RecipeMuncher

Sometimes I’ll ask my husband what sounds good — to smack his lips together and let me know.  It’s only fair since I’m the one who always decides what we’ll eat.  He barely gets a request in edgewise, so I give him the chance once every other blue moon. “Key Lime Pie,” he answered when I asked a few days ago.  Not a question — a statement.  Okay. I’m fairly good at anticipating much of what he comes up with — dinner or dessertwise (...)