Dinner at my door thanks to a friendly neighbour

One day few years ago, after my husband retired and after consuming several glasses of a lovely Cabernet,  he offered to cook dinner twice a week. "Now that I have time on my hands it's only fair that I help out around the house a bit more," he said in a weak moment of benevolence no doubt brought on by the wine. "How about I cook dinner Tuesday and Saturday nights?" Not being a huge fan of the kitchen arts, I was thrilled, ecstatic even. The next morning, in the…

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