There’s a Chinese story about a couple where the husband did all the cooking. One day, he was scheduled to leave town for a few weeks on business. Worried that his wife would not make food for herself, he baked a large doughnut to place around her neck. He made sure it was large enough to last his entire time away. When he returned, he discovered his wife dead. The doughnut had been eaten, but only on one side. She never thought to twist the doughnut around to get the other half.
John’s heading back to the US to work for a few weeks. He keeps bringing up the Doughnut story (as if I can’t fend for myself!). Yes, I’m a terrible cook, but that’s no reason to fear that I’ll starve being home alone! Just in case, John ordered a ton of groceries–mac & cheese, pasta, spagetti sauce, bread, PB, etc. So now I have my own doughnut. I’ll remember to twist it around after I devour the front.