Tagged: Food (993)

They argued inside the Japanese restaurant. He was livid with her. She reached her chopsticks into his bowl. Don’t touch my noodles, he said.

You haven’t lived until you eat this, she says offering a spoonful of some vile looking thing. Then she keels over dead. So I had to try it.

Have you seen the price of gas? he asks and she says, You know I don’t drive, and he says, You’re making beans, and she still didn’t get it.

I’m not an expert in love, I tell her, sheepishly, and she says, I know, and later that evening the insult hits me, so I oversalt her pasta.