Time to come home

I think P's being influenced by the local culture a bit too much these days. I'm lucky I'm not having to walk 1o ft behind him and compete with a second wife.

We went to an Indian restaurant before the holidays with a bunch of the neighbors. It was great food. The best baba ganoush we've had. It was much smokier with a lot more eggplant and less yogurt than most.

P suggests that we figure out the secret.

A few weeks later P asks if I've looked up any recipes.

Nope.

Last night, P brings home some eggplant, "for your baba ganoush you wanted to make."

Me, "What?"

Today, P's leaving to go to the sailing races and I'm booking it to the grocery before it gets too crowded. "Did you find out what else you need for your baba ganoush recipe?"

Me, "Do you want to die?"

I'll let you know if stray cats like eggplant...or P, because he might not survive.