He loves her Rasta Pasta

She loves his chicken cutlets
She serves him brown cheese for the first
and he introduces her to Manhattan coffee
He puts away three helpings in a single
She forgets Girl Scout cookies she
stockpiled in the basement 
She chooses his deli sharp provolone, her
grill-worthy dill havarti
He chooses his aged manchego, her
red rind brie
She picks up ingredients they didn’t need
by accident: They never have enough
time and room to taste all of it–
alpha and omega together. His traditions won’t let him 
let her foot the bill. She’s usually in charge
of meal plans and household provisions. 
When there’s too many leftovers, 
they call that Grab Bag Blitz