“Tsszzz…”
My Chanukah latkes touch the pan on the stove in the center of the kitchen.
“Tsszzz…”
My hubby’s hot dogs hit the griddle on the right side of the counter.
Two people. Two meals. One home. One dinner. A whole lot of heart.
When it’s all over, he washes the dishes and I dry them.
He really is the champagne to my chocolate.
