Thinkin' on this further, there's a bit of role reversal here. Th' 'mits is the one who bags-n-drags the vittles, she keeps an accordion file full of coupons and attacks a grocery store as if on a mission, with delight! BOGO's are her fave. She actually came home once having been PAID $2.00 for shopping $50.00 worth of grub! I've NO patience for the job; Go in, grab the items and get through checkout ASAP.
I'm the one to fire up the charcoal gill and cook her kills. She does make a killer chili, tho.
When we first got together back in the late '70's, I made the offer that I'd pay the rent if she'd buy the food... she had NO idea what she'd done when agreeing. A joke in my (big Italian) family when I was a teen was when prepping Sunday's fete for twenty, make two pounds of spaghetti. One for the crowd, one for me. That has only slightly diminished over the years. Now, the Christmas Eve dinner is celebrated in Miami with Her fam, the fare is Eastern European rather than Italian. Pierogies and borscht. Most folks will have a bowl of the borscht and six or seven pierogie... ummm... two bowls of soup and two dozen of the "Uki ravioli" for moi. It's a delight we only get once a year, I make the most of it!
Last evening's dinner was a pound of tortellino (pre-packaged, scored by Herself with a "half-off" coupon of course!), in red sauce with meatballs. She had a serving, I had the rest.
...my name is Entropy. And I'm a foodie... :wink: