Did you ever get so tired of dealing with your picky eater’s family’s food issues that you just want to hang up your potholders, walk out the kitchen door, and live on takeout until it’s just you & your spouse again?
I admit, when I read Greg Smith’s resignation letter/op-ed in the New York Times the other day, I wished my kitchen were Goldman Sachs so I could quit too. And the next night, when Harry refused plain pasta with olive oil, which until that very moment had been my one guaranteed home-run of a meal, I’d reached my limit. Harry could take his TPS reports and shove em.
Quitting isn’t really an option though, so I did the next best thing: I wrote my own resignation letter, and the Huffington Post liked it enough to put it up for the world to see. Click on over and let me know what you think.
What’s made you want to quit your kitchen?