“So we reached a compromise. It was item No. 1 in the prenuptial agreement. It was, in fact, the only item in the prenuptial agreement. Since she already owned a gas grill, I would agree to having occasional cookouts on our patio. But if she insisted on eating burnt food, she would have to burn it herself. As Donald Trump found out, a prenuptial agreement is not always worth the disappearing ink it is written with. On a Sunday afternoon of our first summer together, I find myself on the patio, chewing smoke. But it is a compromise.”