I love my husband dearly. He is the most wonderful man on Earth in my eyes. He is gentle, kind, loving, funny, has a level of intelligence that puts me to shame and is damned cute too.
Yet, if the Lord had wanted to pick someone more different than myself in the area of food tastes, he couldn’t have found such a man.
I love mushrooms. He says “Ick. Fungus.”
I love sushi. His fish better be baked or fried and with the rice on the side with gravy.
I love milk chocolate. He doesn’t much like sweets (so he says…until I bake) but his chocolate needs to be dark, preferably with orange.
I love steak. He prefers chicken or a hamburger.
I want my hamburger medium rare. His has to be no less than medium well.
I love brussell sprouts and hate carrots. He hates brussell sprouts and loves carrots.
I like ribs. He hates them.
I love fruit and veggies. Other than canned vegetables, getting him to eat fresh fruits or veggies is nigh near impossible.
Years of motherhood and never getting a hot meal has made me almost prefer room temp food. His food must be hot enough to scorch off your taste buds.
But the worst…. the absolute worst (well, other than the not liking sweets thing. That one is hard to handle.) is that my husband, my best friend, the man I will spend eternity with, will not eat chicken wings. Not even one bite. Says there isn’t enough meat on them. I’ve tried to show him the error of his ways with plump juicy wings but he still won’t try them.
Not even these wings I made tonight. Crispy, buttery, redolent of garlic and Parmesan cheese. Simple, easy, yet filled with flavor.
Yet I love him anyway. In spite of these major flaws. Go figure. (Love you darlin’!! <3 )
So please. Make me happy. Make these wings. Eat them. Drip buttery garlicky goodness on yourself. And pity my husband. And pity me… knowing that I had to eat more wings than was good for me due to my husbands stubbornness and poor poor food choices. Sad. So so sad.
*Wipes grease from chin and sobs a garlic scented sob* Continue reading