Our first email correspondence of the day often includes the sentence: So, what do you want to do for dinner? On days when I'm home and this happens, it's all good because I can pretty much figure out a way to make anything happen as it's literally all right there at my fingertips.
On days when I'm not at home, it's a bit more of a challenge because, much to my dismay, my children are neither classically trained chefs nor are they reasonably-abled sous chefs who work well without supervision. This is my sad confession, I haven't given them enough opportunity to become thusly so. I see those kids cooking challenge shows on the Food Network and it just burns my butter because really, I only have myself to blame for the fact that my kids don't cook on their own.
But I digress.
On those days when I'm not at home, we have a little back and forth about what we should do and today, everything he said autocorrected in my brain to be "Chinese takeout."
I'm so glad he's easily persuaded.
The food is good, don't get me wrong, but I love the fortunes. I hadn't seen these before, and though I only opened one of them (Man knows more than he understands.), I'm taking all of them to heart because I like the bits of wisdom that fortune cookies deliver. A little reminder of where, maybe, my focus should be. It's like a tiny meditation. With bonus leftovers.