My wife is a patient woman. Pretty sure that's by necessity.
On Sunday I told her I was going out for some groceries, and maybe I'd pick up something for dinner. About a half hour later, as I was leaving the McLean Organic Butcher, I called and asked her to find a good recipe for wild boar shoulder, of which I had just purchased nearly three pounds.
I admit to having a habit of doing this -- buying a food product before having any idea what to do with it simply because the idea of eating it appealed to me as I stood staring at it in the market. And I also see how that can be annoying, particularly when I say, in essence: "I just spent money on this; find something to do with it."
But Mrs. Culinarian came through big time, tracking down a recipe for ragù of wild boar shoulder from the excellently named cookbook I Like Food, Food Tastes Good. Slow cooked and served over pappardelle, the boar was tender, gamy, and superb. The ragù was spiced with cinnamon, cloves, and chile peppers, and had some herbal power, what with the basil, oregano, and sage. After four hours in the slow cooker, all those flavors had melded together into something incredible.
So the lesson here is that Mrs. Culinarian's patience is, at times, well-rewarded, and that there are worse things than having an impetuous husband.
At least I'm not a wild bore.