Each month our wives discovered, and cooked, a new gourmet recipe. They tasted at their monthly luncheon meeting. Then the ‘Supper Club’ cooked their best discoveries for their husbands to taste.
The eight, lovely mothers from the same Sunday school class dressed for show, hired baby sitters, and scheduled their eight husbands for the in-home evening dinner.
Coach, contractor, broadcast evangelist, trucker, mercantilist, journalist, mechanic, teacher—we were summoned to eat ‘something better’ than what the ladies usually cooked at home.
There’s no free gourmet dinner. The women demanded we critique each of the eight dishes. No lawyer ever grilled a witness more thoroughly. Some answers were not suitable to repeat at the next Sunday school meeting. But the marriages survived,
The marriages survived because once a year the wives cooked us a sacrificial dinner. One just for the ‘boys.’
Once a year, our gourmet-cooking wives served us steak and potatoes.
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