Because the scenario always goes a little something like this:
[The Setting: I’m at work and call home to talk to The Man, who gets there hours before I do.]
The Man: Hello?
The Wife: Hey Honey! How’s your day going?
The Man: It’s going great. I’m cooking a little something, something for us.
The Wife: Babe, I appreciate it, but if it’s not going to be a healthy meal I can’t eat it. I’m trying to stick to my diet this week.
The Man: I know, I know. I promise it will be healthy. I’m just going to cook the chicken using two tablespoons of olive oil like you always say to, I swear.
The Wife: Ok. Please do. I love your food, but it’s going to make me fat.
The Man: Don’t worry, honey! I know the Weight Watchers rules. It will be healthy, I promise.
The Wife: I hear what you’re saying, but why is that whenever you make a Weight Watchers recipe it always taste way better than when I make the same one – yet we’re both using the same exact recipe? Something’s up with that. I think you’re adding salt or something. It just tastes too good! (Laughs!)
The Man: (More laughs!) I’m just a better cook than you, deal with it. Now hurry up and come home and enjoy my masterpiece.
The Wife: Okay, love you – and remember NO EXTRA OIL OR FAT!
The Man: Got it, bye. Love you too!
Then I get home a little early to surprise him and find this lovely dish cooking on the stove. Notice the giant glop of butter hanging out in the center of the pan? I did! BUSTED….and that’s all I have to say about that. The proof is in the picture. Sigh…#smh!