Wraps always make me think of my uncle Pete. Pete is endlessly impressed with my husband Shane’s size, and ability to consume food. When we stay with him, it doesn’t matter the time of day, if we’ve just eaten, or how much, Pete is always offering Shane a wrap.
I guess I thought the wrap-offering was Pete’s job, because until recently, it never occurred to me to do so (or maybe it did and I forgot). Tonight, Rose and I had wraps (cheddar, hummus, dried tomatoes, arugula) and kale salad. When Shane gets home, I’m going to offer him one.