Well, this is an express post, I don't come to talk about tourist sites this time, today I want to talk about my husband and the food ... yes, you're reading well.
You're probably asking: "But Mary, what does your husband have to do with food with this post? Well, I'll start by telling you how the last days have been for me. I recently quit my job, I work until this Wednesday; I quit because I needed a job with a better pay cause living in this capital is somewhat expensive.
At first, I felt good about my decision but eventually, as the days passed, a feeling of regret and sadness invaded me, I thought: "How stupid were you, Mary, how are you going to give up your work without having sought another one?". At that moment I felt very stupid.
Withdrawing what I had said about my resignation was not an option, in the same way, my boss was going to fire me this month, so eventually, I was going to be unemployed. Finding work in this city, at least of my profession has been difficult, and that is the little detail I didn't anticipate before.
All these days I have felt despair, stress, and anguish to find another job and today, when I realized that I only had two days left in my current job, it was not the exception. So I came home today and the first thing I did was talk to my husband about how I felt and how my day had been a real mess.
He just listened and then said: "Do you want a breakfast?" When he asked me this I looked at him confused, it was 8 pm; He only said to my expression: "Toast, eggs, cheese ...". I just said yes.
I sat at the table and watched him cook, the smell invaded my nose and my stomach began to roar. After a few minutes, I was served this beautiful dish prepared with love.
I enjoyed the food, it was really delicious. After finishing Andrew told me: "eating breakfast at night makes me be in a good mood, you know, toast, pancakes, those things that are normally eaten in the morning."
I didn't say anything, I just listened and understood what he wanted to do, he wanted me to forget about my problems for a moment and I felt in a good mood and he succeeded because now I'll go to sleep and I'll just think that tomorrow will be a better day.
Well, I hope I have not overwhelmed you with my post, I just wanted to tell you this little story.
And you, what do you like to have breakfast at night? Personally, I will do it more often 馃槏.