That's so Corney...
This morning I came down the stairs in the same fog of headache-stuffy-nose-exhaustion that has aflicted me for the past week. Dan, who was not only awake and alive at this point but also showered, said in his sweet birdsong voice,
"There's some fresh cornbread on the counter."
So there was. I tried it, and it was indeed fresh and good. Infact, i ate quite a few pieces before saying goodbye to Dan and going for my morning run.
When i got to work later, i noticed anouther piece of cornbread packed in with my lunch, so i grabbed it out and immedietly began snacking. So crumbly and good. Suddenly, it occured to me, like a flash of lightning!!! (I had to call Dan on his cellphone:)
"You MADE cornbread?"
"Yeah, of course i made cornbread."
"When???"
"Last night when you were sleeping, the same time that i made the spinach and tofu and blackbean salad for your lunch."
"Wow, i ate four pieces and only at the end did it occur to me that someone actually had to put the ingredients together and put them into the oven!"
I went to bed in a world without cornbread. I wake up, and amazingly, there is cornbread. My Danny is truly amazing.