“What do you want for dinner?”  This is a question asked when one is at the end of one’s rope and out of ideas.

     “I dunno.”  Is the typical answer received. 

     When I get that answer I begin to cook whatever comes to hand.  Some concoctions are almost inedible while some aren’t bad.  A few have become favorites.

     “Ew, what are you cooking?”

     “I dunno.  Dinner?”

     “What’s in it?”

     “You don’t care, remember?”

     “Oh.”  Long pause. “We could have ordered pizza.”

     “Too late now, you’re eating what I’m making.”