"We don't have anything in here to eat," he announced and closed the door with a thud.
I opened the refrigerator and poked my head in. "Looks like you are right," I agreed. "Let's go to the market."
We got the car out and headed up the dirt road. Halfway up the car got stuck on the hill. Mac spun the wheels in desperation. He must have been hungry.
"Perhaps we shouldn't pursue this any farther," I helpfully suggested.
"We'll starve," said Mac sadly.
"Nonsense, I will think of something. Besides I can make Tuna Cassarole."
Mac raised his eyebrows. "I really don't like Tuna Cassarole," he replied.
Did I mention that once in awhile Mac can be the bane of my exsistence? Now was one of those moments.
He pouted all the way home as we trudged through the ever deepening snow.
Okay I get it! He really didn't want Tuna Cassarole.
It looked almost edible. I decided I better try to make the plate pretty to butter Mac up. Firstly, because he was eating a form of tuna cassarole and secondly, now I was feeling a bit guilty over the onions.
I thought maybe if I arranged the peppers into a flower on his plate he might forgive me in two or three years.
We sat at the table. He stared at his plate. He sat there so long I wondered if he was frozen at the horror of it all.
Finally he started eating. He began eating faster. "Why this is actually good."
I took a bite. "It's not inedible," I said.
"It's like comfort food and I like it," he exclaimed.
So from that day forward Mac gave the cassarole the thumbs up and asks for it often.
"So you really LIKE this cassarole and consider this comfort food?" I asked.
"Yes, I do."
"Mmmm," I murmured.
He sat back and looked at me. "So what do you consider to be a comfort food?"
I smiled my special little smirk.... the one I reserve just for him. I leaned toward him and whispered "LOBSTER!"
He started to laugh. "I forgot I married a Mainah!" he said.
THIS CASSAROLE COMES WITH A WARNING...BEST NOT TO TRY IT UNLESS YOU LIKE ALL THE INGREDIENTS IN IT!!