I don’t mean to gloat, but I have THE best husband in the world. What other man would get home from work, mow the lawn, (in addition to edging the perimeter and weed whacking around obstacles), make dinner, bathe the boy, and not become annoyed with his wife because, for the second day in a row, she failed to buy the weekly groceries. Of course, Giada deserves some credit as well. Since our house is equipped with a stocked pantry and freezer, Cal was able to throw together one of her pasta dishes with the utmost ease. The following ingredients were readily on hand: orzo (pasta), canned tomatoes, frozen peas, cream, garlic, and onion (okay, she actually called for shallots, so he had to improvise). All this and not one complaint about the dog hair I failed to vacuum either.