My wife and I went out to eat the other night, and it was a somewhat big deal because it had been a while since we went somewhere other than Freebirds or Olive Garden. My wife thinks OG is money because they split entrees in half for you. I don’t like that though. We ended up going to Texas Land and Cattle, which is a Chinese food place – no, just kidding; it’s a steak place. It was a nice, low-key night. We talked; we ate; we laughed.
We were going to go to the movies afterwards, but we both decided that we ate too much and going home was the best option. On the way home, we decided to stop by the HEB to get a dessert. The HEB by our house is more like a small village than a grocery store. We went to the “bakery side of town” and perused the delectables. I was in the mood for cheesecake and she was in the mood for brownies or something.
Here is the dilemma that came up: I was set on getting a slice of cheesecake with strawberry filling on top, but they only had plain cheesecake slices. The kind with strawberry filling only came in whole cake form. The solution came quite easily to me: get the big pie. I pleaded my case to my wife. I explained how I wanted the strawberry filling and it tasted soooo much better. I yawned as I showed her the boring, old plain slices. We even talked to the lady behind the counter and asked for a slice with strawberry. No resolution. So the two original options remained.
My wife expressed doubts that I would eat the whole thing, but I assured her that I WOULD eat it. I could even eat it all that night! It never occurred to me until today that she wasn’t worried that I wouldn’t eat the whole thing. She knew I would eat the whole thing, and that was the problem.
I relented and bought the slice and, like a two year old, held the ruling against her. In hindsight though, I can say with my head held high, “I did not eat a whole pie last week!”