I say dinner, Bob says supper. In the spirit of the dysfunctional Hillin kitchen I have yet another tale to tell.
For a while now Bob has been fixated on 'supper.' He starts quite early in the day asking me what we're having for 'supper.' It seems to me food is the #1 topic of conversation in this house lately. All this talk about 'supper' is a little annoying.
I figure if we have a good meal at lunch (which he calls dinner) then it's everyone for themselves for something lite to eat for dinner/supper. That worked for years but now it doesn't seem to be working so well.
This sent me to Pinterest looking for recipes I could use for lite suppers (he doesn't want leftovers). He's quite excited that I'm now fixing 'supper.' Given his need to 'help' with everything I try to figure out something he can do in the preparation of 'supper.' He wants to know as early as possible so he can get his task done early in the day. Today his job is to peel half a cucumber, slice it, and put it in a baggie in the fridge.
Breakfast is set in stone so I don't have to worry about that. Sometimes Bob asks before he goes to bed what we're going to have for lunch the next day. Regardless, one of the first things I do when I get my first cup of coffee is decide what we'll have for lunch, and now dinner/supper, that day because when he gets up that's going to be the first thing he wants to talk about.
The other day he had a little 'sinking' spell and wanted me to postpone going to the grocery store until later until he felt better and could go with me. I caught him asleep in his recliner and decided to see if I could slip quietly out the door and escape to the grocery store without him, not.
The second I started to turn the door handle his eyes popped open and he wanted to know where I was going. I was caught. We took off like two dry land terrapins headed to the grocery store. There I gave him a small cart to push and I took a small cart and we went separate ways. I know what he buys routinely so I sent him to get those things and I got the items on the list we don't routinely buy. We met back in the register area to check out. It's amazing but we almost never duplicate.
After we got home and I'd put things away he commented on how well he thought it all went. Said it didn't bother him at all. I stood there thinking "why would any fool go to the grocery store if they didn't have to." That man does love grocery stores.