Last night we decided to stay in and watch a movie. As usual the food discussion comes up.

“What do you want for dinner?”

“I don’t care. What do you want?”

“I don’t care.” But deep inside I really want to do something different. So, I get the Yumm from the Metro Pulse. It’s a food guide they put out a couple of times a year. So I say, “I’m going to close my eyes, open it and point. That is what we’ll have for dinner.”

“What?! No.” Hubby says. He does not like to try new things.

I do it anyway. A barbeque joint we’ve never tried before is the winner. Hubby throws a fit.

“No. I want pizza.” Why didn’t he just say that in the first place?

“Okay. I don’t have crust. So I can’t make it.”

“I thought I’d just go pick it up at our favorite pizza place.”

“Fine. What do you want on it?”

“Mushrooms. But you don’t like mushrooms.” Pouty faced husband says.

“I like mushrooms if they are fresh. I don’t like canned mushrooms.” I say for the fiftieth time.

“What do they have there?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just get mushrooms and find out.” Because I know he really wants mushrooms. I can always pick them off if they suck. “What else do you want? Sausage?”

“Sure.”

I call it in. Hubby goes to pick it up. And voilà, pizza pie!

Mushrooms were fresh, BTW.