As you know, TMIM is the cook in our family. I came home from work this evening and spied him through the kitchen window, hard at work. Enticing, yet unfamiliar aromas greeted me as I opened the front door.

“I’ve solved it,” he told me when I walked into the kitchen and found him alternately stirring the contents of two skillets. “Sloppy Joes for me and ratatouille for you.”

“With eggplant?” I asked incredulously.

“Sure,” he replied, “I’m not eating it.”

(It was delicious.)