I'm at the sink, washing the garden dirt off my hands.
"Oh, excellent! Lovely call! What are we having?"
"The kids are having burgers. I am having fish. You are having a little steak."
"Fantastic! See, this is why I married you."
"That's a lie. We lived in the city. We didn't even have a grill."
"I sensed your skill."
My husband snorts as I reach for the nailbrush.
"You growing anything I should grill tonight?"
"No, but in a few more days, the first habaneros will be ready."
"You plant xcatik, too?"
"See, this is why I married you."