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My husband poked his fork in the lone casserole gracing the table. "How about a few side items with dinner sometime?"

His words seemed harmless. Combine a couple of words and a cute face, and you have a simple request from your adoring husband of six months, right?

Wrong. Because what I did was blend that simple request about "dinner" with the time I spent grocery shopping and my "I don't like cooking in the first place" feelings. In the end, what I heard was "You're not much of a cook. What goofball cooks a casserole and doesn't have any side dishes?"

My face grew hot while the space acro...