Yesterday was Mary’s birthday. I performed the ritual.
“What can I get you?” I asked.
“Can I take you out for a nice dinner?”
“Can I cook you a nice dinner? Whatever you’d like.”
“There’s some acorn squash we need to use up.”
“That’s it? Just bake some squash?”
So I obeyed. Nothing special. One squash, baked. Done.
Today is the day after her birthday. The geas is lifted, I can do whatever I want. So tonight I whipped up some Cod Provençal: cod cooked in fresh tomatoes from her garden, onions, garlic, olives, mushrooms, corn, and lots of basil. Don’t tell her it was almost as easy as the squash.
See what happens when you don’t give me good ideas?