Moishe and Miriam sat down for dinner after a long day. Miriam brought out a beautiful brisket, sliced it carefully, and placed two pieces on the serving platter, one noticeably larger than the other.
Moishe reached over, as he always did, and took the larger piece.
Miriam raised an eyebrow.
“Moishe… I don’t understand. When we were first married, you always took the smaller piece and gave me the bigger one.”
Moishe shrugged. “Nu? That was when we were first married.”
“So what changed?” she asked, folding her arms. “You don’t love me the same way anymore?”
Moishe looked genuinely surprised. “Of course I love you! Nothing has changed.”
Miriam gestured to the plate. “Really? Because this brisket is telling a different story.”
Moishe smiled, leaned back in his chair, and said,
“Exactly. You’re a much better cook now.”
