This the Soy Sauce that Will Keep Me Married

  Last night at dinner Mr. G made a face. Not a face you’d recognize, not even a face the rest of his family would recognize. He has a peculiar way of pushing food around while mini-sneering and then taking smaller than necessary bites. Only 15 years of marriage and a few extra for dating would make that face a recognizable one. He didn’t like my dinner. Mr. G then failed every IQ test ever administered and said, “I don’t really like this cut of meat. Maybe next time you …