This weekend is Father’s Day. In my house, that means that I am presented with gifts that are suspiciously correlated with specific chores on my wife’s “honey do” list. For example, last year, I got a really cool cordless power tool set, including a drill and circular saw. I wasn’t skeptical until I notice that the battery pack was already fully charged and a pile of lumber had mysteriously materialized overnight in our backyard. Before I could say, “um, thanks?” I was sawing, drilling and hammering a frame for my wife’s new vegetable garden.

But the one genuine luxury that always awaits me at the end of the day is dinner. I get to throw a couple of thick-cut porterhouse steaks on the grill and open up a great bottle of wine — assuming of course, all of my chores are done.