You’d need 6 other guys over. And a clean garage, 'cause that’s where you’d be sleeping.
I like the way you think. 
I’m thinking, invite over all the guys you like for a poker night or something, have them help eat up all the food in the fridge (or a major portion of it), then eat guy food for most of the rest of the days.
Eat the stuff in the fridge, pretend you didn’t notice the stuff in the freezer.
There was stuff in the freezer too??? :smack:
Everyone can cook, if they have even the slightest interest in learning how. However, some folks can cook much better than others. I see nothing odd in one partner doing the vast majority of the cooking, just because of greater skill, and sometimes that one partner who does the cooking is going to be the wife.
Eat some of the stuff your wife left and some of the stuff you want to eat.
Personally, I just finished up a dinner of Ethiopian takeout because my partner’s away and the stuff has unfortunate side effects on her digestive tract.
For statsman1982, sometimes it’s an issue of what both parties see as an acceptable meal. I’m perfectly happy to have scrambled eggs for dinner, but I can’t picture dishing that up for the two of us as our evening meal.
This is too easy. Just eat whatever you feel like eating. No harm in indulging once in a while. And if you are still hungry, go ahead and polish off the beef stew.
Heh, in the case with my parents, both parties couldn’t cook very well. When they were still together, my father expected my mother to prepare all the meals, despite the fact that she also had a full time job and her own career going on. He was pretty archaic in thought when it came to gender roles. It wasn’t like she had any more free time than he did or was better at it than he was. She finally got fed up with the nonsense and hired a cook to prepare the meals.
Man, that stew was good! Tomorrow…burritos. From a truck!
I say go full balls to the wall and eat whatever pleases you.
I understand enforced dietary restrictions in marriage, though, as I have forbidden durian in our home even though the wife loves it. But I wouldn’t mind her eating it here if I were away.
For us, it’s not forbidden food so much as the proportions. The huz likes lots and lots and lots of onions, and I like none to just a few. He could eat Chinese food for three meals a day, and me not so much. And so on.
We share the cooking duties, so I haven’t worried about leaving any prepared meals behind for him when I’ve been out of town. Unless there’s a food I fix especially well that he wants to have while I’m gone–then I’d be happy to do it. But he’s a good cook, and would do just fine on his own, gleefully putting onions by the cup into every dish he makes. Yuck.
Add that the thought of eating the food without her made you homesick.
Bolding mine.
My Cola Roast (roast beef with a can of cola in the gravy mix), tasty as can be, is verboten in my house for just this reason
ETA: well, not “my” roast; I didn’t come up with the recipe (I found it on a website)
If you have to ask us, you’re already going down in flames…
Seriously, take the food to work. If your cowrokers are like mine, it will be gone, with no questions asked.
I would, however, take a bite of each thing so you could honestly said you ate it.
Man Law? Man Law!
What planet is he from? Thinly sliced Spam on a cast iron skillet…sizzle…sizzle…with some soft scrambled eggs…droooool…excuse me, I have to put 4 cans on my shopping list…
Tell Mr Capy that I personally question any man that won’t eat Spam. Really.
I take it he doesn’t eat lomi lomi or ahi poke either, huh?
Well said; I sacrifice some of my favorites to accomodate my roomie, and she does the same. When I’m working until the wee hours, she indulges in her sardines, spam, beans& cornbread, etc. When she’s away at dinner time, I smash some pepperoni piizza, grilled trout with the head still on, and other stuff she can’t have near her.
We both are better than average cooks, but she specializes in everything fried, while my baking skills are well beyond hers. Neither of us cook for the other when we’re going away for a few days, but we have a good supply of frozen entrees, usually lots of fresh leftovers, and don’t eat super healthy regardless.
mmmm, bachelor food. I must confess I look forward to the rare weekends my husband is out of town. Chili with tatertots, asparagus, onion rings, fried garlic chips, egg salad…it’s an orgy of foods that make me fart.
I’m glad to hear the OP ate the stew. I know it’s unreasonable, but if I were his wife I’d feel rejected if he didn’t eat some of the food I left for him.
My wife’s out of town this week too (what, is there a “wife conference” somewhere?). I’m all set with the White Castle and the bar food for the week, but I’m pissed that Netflix switched all my cannibal holocaust movies to “Short Wait” at the last minute and shipped me her crap instead (“How I Met Your Mother”). One of you guys got those movies this week, I’m sure. Bastards.
My husband is a great cook, but I also like Chinese take-out, pizza, etc. Because much of my husband’s self-esteem is tied to preparing meals for me (taking care of me by feediing me), he would feel bad if I didn’t eat it. So, for your wife’s sake, please eat some of her prepared meals. It will make her feel good.
The wife is still away (the wife conference got extended a couple of days. I think they’ve started to bring in male strippers), so I’ve run through all of the stuff she left. Now I won’t feel guilty about hitting the Chinese buffet instead of dining on her labors.
Sounds like you got the best of both worlds then. 
If your wife is a poster here, you might ask for this thread to be locked before she gets home and hope it falls off the first page.