What do you want for dinner tonight?

The question that persists when the world is on fire

There is that joke that marriage is just asking the other person what they want for dinner every day until you die. Since having the baby, the cooking has largely fallen to T. But we still ask each other.

I long for his macaroni cheese, his stews with suet dumplings, his lasagnes with sundried tomatoes and crispy edges. I try not to ask whether he misse…