Maybe I've watched Spanglish a few too many times, but I sometimes think it would be lovely if my husband was a chef. He'd bring you breakfast in bed, and he'd always be experimenting in the kitchen, plus you could go out to eat any night you wanted.
But then I read this article in New York magazine and I think I've changed my mind. Formerly the chef of Lutece, Andre Soltner remembers what it was like running a kitchen. "I was sort of a slave to my restaurant. And my wife too. I don't say it was right. Today, I maybe say it was wrong. Years ago, in Paris, we had no money. But when we were more comfortable, maybe twenty years later, I said, "Simone.. you've paid your dues and everything, I buy you whatever you wish." I was thinking to buy her a ring or a necklace, something like that. "Whatever you wish, tell me." She looked at me and said, "Take me to a movie." For twenty years, I hadn't taken her to a movie. I woke up. I said, "Oh my God, what did I do to my wife?"
Thank you JR, for coming home each night and having dinner with me. And for taking me to a movie, every once in a while.