Dear Shirley,
My husband has insisted on purchasing one of those “TV dinners” for our Wednesday evening meal. He says it allows us more time to enjoy our favorite programs, but I feel like a failure as a housewife serving peas from a foil compartment! Am I being a “stuffed shirt,” or is the kitchen table becoming obsolete?
Flustered Franny
Dear Flustered Franny,
Don’t let a little aluminum foil rattle your pearls! While a home-cooked roast is the gold standard, even a general needs a night off from the front lines. Consider the TV dinner a “technological holiday.” If the guilt is too much to swallow, serve the Salisbury steak on your finest china and keep the television off until dessert. A happy husband is a well-fed one, even if his gravy comes in a pre-measured square.
Shirley
