“Sorry, Dawnie,” he chuckled. “Maybe you only make the awful ones when I’m around to witness. What was the last one? Oh, yeah… sliced pickles and chocolate sauce in your tacos. I nearly hacked jus’ watchin’ you try to stomach it.”
"Well– - wouldn’t you do that no matter w h a t I make, considering you don’t really eat?“
If she wasn’t already in denial before, then she definitely is now.