When hubby and I were dating, I began to eat the meringue off his lemon pie. “What are you doing?” “Eating your meringue”. “I like meringue”. “Oh, I thought you told me awhile back you hated meringue”. He teased me about it for years. German chocolate was his favorite. That he ate by himself, not my kind of cake.
I saw a grown man get weepy (though with joy) watching golf. I was stunned and slightly turned off. All I could think was, “You’re weepy over a golf game?”.
Chicago style pizza comin’ right up!