I had some left-over fry sauce from Sammy's (excellent local joint), and decided to use that in an egg-salad sandwich. I mean there's mayonnaise in fry-sauce too, right? My husband was a little wary at first, but decided to eat it since there was nothing else to eat anyway. He didn't complain. I was satisfied I had succeeded at a decent sandwich. Then he said in complete sincerity:
Hubby: Oh Pookum, I'm love you.
The Pookum (me): Oh thanks. Why?
Hubby: I'm just so proud of you. You took a risk.
The Pookum: (trying to think of what I had done this week) Really?
Hubby: Yah, you took a risk and made a great sandwich.
So if you want to make your man proud, go out on a limb. Make a sandwich.