Monday, February 9, 2015

One Woman's Opinion

The other day, I was cruising the Internet looking for something to buy, preferably a handbag.  Not that I need a handbag - I don't - but I find that "revenge shopping" has a beneficial effect on my blood pressure.  "Revenge shopping", in the Connie Staccato Dictionary of Real Life, is defined as "the purchase of an expensive but unnecessary object, brought on by one's husband acting like a rat bastard".  My husband, Anthony, is very lucky in that most of my revenge shopping centers around wearables.  I have heard of other women purchasing satellite dishes, cars, houses, horses, and/or face lifts.  And, I say, good for them.

In the process,  I ran across the following article:

"15 Easy One-Pot Recipes for Date Night"

I thought, "Are you kidding me?  Date night for who?"  I don't know what I found more offensive, the "Date Night" or the "One Pot".

Yeah, I know, we've all been there, making dinner for our sweeties.  And it was probably fun.  But, done right, it was a spectacular display of our domestic divinity, designed to make the man our slave.  Forget the 50-Shades-of-Whatever bullshit; what man has any hope of resisting a woman who can make a zabaione in high heels?

To be fair, my neighbor, Ruthie, does the at-home-dinner-date thing all the time with her husband.  BUT - and this is important - even though they're at home, they dress up (at least she does, he just doesn't take off his tie), have a good bottle of wine, and create some actual cuisine, which Ruthie is quite good at, in spite of the fact that her maternal ancestors came from north of the Arctic Circle.  But "Easy One-Pot" doesn't sound like cuisine to me.  It sounds like an excuse not to go out.

And that needs to be nipped in the bud.  Because, all too easily, it goes from One-Pot Date Night to "Hey, Wend, bring me a beer.  What's for dinner?"

Maybe the article was written for guys - that would sort of make sense - or by a guy, though it seemed to be gender-neutral. For the record, let me say that - in my own experience - there is very little about gender that's neutral. The next gaguzz I hear say, "We're pregnant," is going to get the back of my hand. "We" are not pregnant, "we" are going to be parents; she's pregnant.  If you don't want to take my word for it, then just wait until you're watching her writhing in pain, cursing your Saint's Day.  I promise, she'll never really forgive you unless you take her to a lot of nice places and give her good jewelry.  Then maybe.

I recommend that you start now, for insurance.


  1. There must be something in the air because my husband has straight up been working my last nerve. I'm not making any one pot dishes. Unless it's soup. That usually really is just one pot.
    My husband like to talk about the children and often refers to how he 'made' them---to which I kindly reply. "You contributed, but you did not make. I made them. Don't get it twisted." Srsly.

  2. Yeah, what is this one pot thing? One day my husband brought home a crock pot smiling proudly like a cat with a bird in its mouth. "Look what I bought! I thought we could make stews and hearty soups in it." We?? We'll make stews? Oh hell no. The crock pot now lives in the garage shiny and unused as the day it came home. A total crock!

  3. Ahahahaha I'm rolling... My poor husband cooks for me on at home date nights :-) I've given up cooking for blogging. Sad thing.
    Coco et La vie en rose - Valeria Arizzi

  4. This post is beyond amazing! Naturally...
    Kisses my dear


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