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Mark was so exhausted he could barely hold his keys to let himself in. At least it was Han-
nah's turn to cook; he guessed something delicious awaited him on the other side of the
door. Opening it, the aromas that greeted him told him that he was right. Even though Han-
nah had a degree in political science, she had long had an interest in cooking and seemed
to always be learning new things at work. From the smell throughout the apartment, Mark
guessed that Hannah had made some sort of meatloaf. “Wow, that's great,” he thought to
himself. “The perfect postworkout meal.”
“Honey, I'm home!” he called out as he set his things down next to their living room sofa
.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Hannah smiled as she walked out of the kitchen. “You'll never guess
what I made for dinner.” She beamed
.
“Meatloaf?” Mark guessed
.
“Not exactly, but close,” Hannah teased. She seemed happier than usual. “Guess again.”
“Beef stew?”
“No, but closer.” Hannah noticed Mark was tiring of the game, so she gave in. “I'll tell you.
It's a traditional Dutch dish called
stamppot.
It's a kind of stew made from potatoes, veget-
ables, and bacon. I got the recipe off the Internet. We were out of bacon, so I used beef, and
we didn't have any sauerkraut, like it's usually made with, so I used spinach instead. But we
had carrots and a lot of the seasonings, and I have to say, it's really good. I can't wait for
you to try it!”
Hannah's energy was a little high for Mark in his postworkout daze, but he loved her very
much and could tell this meal had some special value to her. So he smiled, summoned as
much enthusiasm as he could muster, and said, “That sounds great, sweetie. Let me just put
a few things away, and then I'll be happy to try it with you.”
