Steak and Preoccupation
Written by Ann Pietrangelo on August 20th, 2007 in Marriage.
As requested, I interrupt Jim’s phone call to let him know dinner is ready. He’s aware I’m making steak and does not want me holding it and letting it overcook, as I’m apt to do when he’s on the phone. New York Strip and mixed veggies in the wok make for a much mouth-watering dinner. Our meat thermometer doesn’t seem to be working right, so the steak was a cooked a little more than I intended, but was delicious nonetheless.
As usual, I had white, Jake had red. The windows were open and a much needed rain was pouring down, keeping the cats entertained — and off Jake’s lap.
The food is good, the wine is refreshing and the company is pleasant. He can’t possibly know how much I enjoy our dinners and how much I love seeing him across the table every night.
I sense he is preoccupied, but he sips his wine as I finish my meal, puts his feet on the chair next to mine and gives me that look.
