Dinner

Tonight, after 19 and a half years of marriage, Kent informed me he doesn't really like salmon.  When I think of all the fish I have prepared for him during that time, I wonder, why didn't he tell me this 19 years ago?  I feel sort of guilty but simultaneously grateful he's not a picky eater.  I'm glad he hasn't thrown in the towel over fish.  I did offer him recently purchased tartar sauce to go with tonight's dinner, and he found he quite liked it tonight.  Note to self: in Kent's mind, if it swims and is covered in tartar, he'll like it!