(from Alex Wichel's article on Kreplach in today's NYTimes)
There was a man whose wife died, and after a very long time, he
remarried. The new wife cooked every night, knocking herself out to
make meals as pleasing as his first wife's, and every night the
husband would taste them, shake his head and say, "Not as good."
One night, the new wife was on the phone, talking to a friend, and the
dinner burned. "Who cares," she thought bleakly. "What does it
matter."
She served the burned food, and her husband was ecstatic. "Finally!"
he exulted. "Now it's as good!"
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