ESP'd Again

Remember when I said last night that I was thinkin' of making chili? Uh huh... I did. I made it. Hubby got home about 8 o'clock from the field, walked in said -

Hubby: You're not going to believe this.
Me: What?
Hubby: Last night at the races people were eating chili and it looked soooo good and I went to get some and they were out. I've been thinking how good chili sounded ever since.
Me: Good think I made it, huh?

See why he thinks there's something strange about me? We haven't had chili for months, let alone talk about it. I rarely tell him what I'm making for supper, it's usually a surprise unless I've told him he's cooking or grilling or we're going out. It's a knack.