To each his AND her own

John and I decided recently that we need to set aside one or two nights a month for each of us to be able to have whatever we want for dinner with no regard for each other’s feelings on the matter.  I could eat Indian food every night.  He could eat Mediterranean food every night.  He likes Indian, and I like Mediterranean, but we both rarely feel like having the other’s favorite.  So.  Once or twice a month, we’ll agree to disagree.  I’ll order Indian, he’ll order Mediterranean, and we’ll eat our different favorite ethnic meals together and watch a movie.  Problem (that of craving a favorite food but rarely getting to eat it unless one of us is out of town) solved.

Why am I bringing this up tonight? You’d think it’s because that’s tonight’s plan for dinner, but you’d be wrong.  Tonight, we’re having breakfast for dinner.