While I cannot imagine working 12 straight hours before coming home tired and then spending an hour or two in the kitchen just because I want to satisfy someone’s craving to have spicy food, you surprise me by doing the same without any hesitation or complaints. If it were me, I would’ve given up the minute PlanA for dinner failed and ordered a pizza or something; but you went on to cook noodles, carefully adding this spice and that vegetable, so that you could make it to my liking.
Where and how you find all that energy and zeal after a tiresome day is a mystery to me. It will always be.
In case you didn’t already know, you make me one happy soul…a very happy one at that.