I woke up in the middle of the night last week. A muffled series of sounds were coming from the kitchen, and no doubt my beautiful wife was up to something.
She had been fasting all day after we both enjoyed a pleasant mid-morning brunch., and now her hunger harshly interrupted her need for sleep.
I rose out of bed and began to creep silently toward the kitchen.
In the meantime, my wife was in the process of raiding the fridge for a midnight smorgasbord. She had laid out a scrumptious feast on the kitchen counter with all kinds of tasty treasures.
She selected only three items, and was more than ready to sample a scrumptious, fried chicken leg and a cold piece of her favorite pepperoni pizza.
As I approached the kitchen, the only light was coming from the still-open refrigerator. As I slipped unannounced into the kitchen, my wife’s midnight buffet was consuming into its final course . . . dessert of course!
She was enjoying her final choice . . . a slice of decadent triple chocolate cake.
She turned and was shocked to see me up at this midnight hour (since I am usually a very sound sleeper). She confidently told me, “I’m not night eating. It’s time for ‘nunch.’”
With her mouth full, she asked, “Please pass me another slice of this yummy cake?”