have your cake and eat it too

Today is our two year marriage anniversary (although been together 12 years). Neither of us had prepared a present but that was fine, given the lockdown circumstances. Although, I’d made him a card and he’d did nothing. All good during the day, tipping down outside so a little claustrophobic but we got out for a bit of fresh air in the afternoon. I’d done a big shop in the morning- the quarantine dash- so we were all stocked up. I browsed through all my recipe books and thought how lovely it was to have time to cook stuff out of the norm. Chose to make sweet potato gnocchi with pesto, and a lemon cannellini cake for pudding. Husband eats meat and I don’t, so got him some sausages on the side. Nice, yes? No. He didn’t like the idea of gnocchi so I said I’d make fresh pasta instead. He hated my idea of pesto (which I made with rocket and mizuna from the garden rather than basil as didn’t have any) and yelled that I only made food that I like and didn’t think of him. “What would I order from a restaurant? Mizuna pasta? No fucking way.” (Do I look like a chef? Am I going to cook lamb shanks? No...) He then burnt his hand draining the pasta angrily, and we ate dinner in silence, with his hand in a bowl of ice. The lemon cake is sitting on the sideboard still, and I haven’t got the ice cream out- chocolate boysenberry, my favourite. I truly wish I was single during lockdown.