A Change in Appetite
While juggling sleepless nights with a newborn, I noticed my husband Derek stopped eating dinner at home. “I had a big lunch with the Johnson account,” he said—again and again. But my instincts told me something was off.
The Truth Revealed
One morning, I checked our bank transactions and found dozens of charges from restaurants. When I confronted him, Derek confessed: “I just need a break from your food… I’m not mad, just being honest.”
Revenge, Served Cold
Instead of arguing, I created a fake gourmet service—L’Amour du Goût. Under the alias “Chef Claude,” I delivered hilariously awful meals in fancy packaging. Derek ate bland carrots, popcorn, and yogurt without complaint—thinking he was tasting high-end cuisine.
The Grand Finale
At a dinner with friends, I served Derek one last “meal” of a rice cake, carrot, and gummy bear. When he realized the prank, laughter broke the tension. Derek apologized sincerely. “No more secrets,” he promised. And he kept his word—helping in the kitchen and with our baby.
Sometimes, the best lesson is served with a side of humor.
