Not for Lunch My husband retired, and for the first time in over 40 years I had to think about preparing midday meals. Tired of it after several months, I said, ""I married you for better or worse, but not for lunch."" ""Fair enough. From now on I'll make my own,"" he replied. A few weeks later he had to go downtown on business and invited me to join him afterwards. ""We could have lunch at that Chinese place we both like,"" he suggested. I happily agreed. At the restaurant the next day we were …