You know that typical scene? Wife spends afternoon slaving over delicious meal to have it hit the table right on time? Husband is late and has not called wife to let her know? Wife is pacing and dogs are following her back and forth? Yeah well that's me now. Except that whole slaving thing. Prep and cook time was really about an hour.

Hark the melodious strains of the garage door opening. Looks like my bacon bringer is home. Joy returns to our humble abode.

PS Yes I have even nauseated myself at this point.