It was late at night. But I was starving and I knew exactly what I was craving.
I dreamily expressed my specific craving in detail to my dear husband. And he listened patiently.
"I want a Chicken Fajita like McDonald's used to make... tender chicken, green and red sliced peppers, sun dried tomatoes -- you know, to make it really fresh -- and it's all in a really good fajitas sauce." My voice trailed off until I realized that was everything. "That's all I want," I said.
His response was, "You're not being picky enough... how many grains of salt do you want on that?"