Dine "Italian style", like Roger and Ethel below. "Elegantly", because nothing spells elegant like canned ravioli.
Roger is beaming like an idiot at the plate set before him - a feast of Chef Boy Ar Dee combined with tender spears of broccoli served by candlelight.
Ethel looks quizzically at Roger, wondering if the man she married truly is happy with this piss-poor meal she presented. If he really is, her life is CAKE from now on. No more slaving over a hot stove making silly things like meat! No souffles, no Welsh Rarebit...nope - Roger digs canned ravioli!!
Oh sure, she'll rotate it up, what with Beefaroni and canned spaghetti on the shelf...I mean, really...wait until Roger sees Spaghettio's! He may never eat solid food again!!
Postscript: Ethel had Roger committed to a "home" not long after their 25th anniversary. He's never noticed, because they too serve Chef Boy Ar Dee.