People are funny. The other day, my wife was out of town and I had my three kids. One of the other parents at my son's soccer game came up to me and said "my wife is concerned about you guys this weekend. She wants to know if she can have dinner delivered tonight."
I was like "motherfucker, tonight I am going to grill prime ribeyes to the rare side of medium rare while I drink Stoli out of the freezer. Then I'm going to let them rest slathered in sage garlic butter while I finish the red wine mushrooms, twice-baked potatoes, and roasted brussels sprouts with bacon. Then after dinner we are all going to eat ice cream on the couch while we watch King Kong and Godzilla smash everything in surround sound. Then I am putting the kids to bed and sitting on my patio under my hanging lights while I drink bourbon and smoke a cigar. Today is the best day of my entire life and nothing else is even close. The offer of a casserole is politely declined. But I hope you guys have a nice evening tonight." Then I sent him pictures of resting steaks, drinks, etc. all night long.