He LOVED it.

He works for a casino, driving a shuttle bus. It’s open 24/7/365. They provide employees lunch out of their own onsite restaurant, and the selection can be really, really nice. He’d had prime rib that day. I worried, “Well, that’s going to make this look puny by comparison.”

He answered, “No. This is made with love. That was only made with beef.”

Then he liked it so much he asked for details on how I made it. Everything was just the right amount of doneness and seasonedness, and it was still piping hot fresh off the stove. He thanked me several times while eating.

Contrast ex-husband, who always found a minimum, not an average but a minimum, of three things wrong with every meal I ever made.