I found myself a bit tearful in the supermarket, which I read is not unusual. In front of the pizzas. Inappropriate - pizza is surely happy food. Alan liked a Margherita - he rarely felt the need for additional toppings whereas I incline to pepperoni and other frivolities. Of course pizza is accommodating of such differences. Four seasons in one plate if that's how you want it. In the less portionable foods, Alan and I compromised like most households and introduced each other to some new favourites along the way. Now I can please myself, except in what would would please me most: his company.