The first homecooked meal in their brand-new home.
She suggested pasta, he was feeling cheeseburgers. They settled on enchiladas.
He lost the coin toss, so his evening was spent cooking while she unpacked the living room.
When he finally emerged from the kitchen, a cloud of black smoke followed.
“New oven,” he grinned as he placed the scalding serving dish on the table.
“We could still order pizza,” he added, handing her a paper plate.
She took a tiny bite of the charred enchilada and smiled.
The newlyweds had a lifetime of dinners ahead of them.
Why spoil the first?
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