NOT on the same page. Yet.
Prof. Grady and I try very actively to communicate. We both know that saying what one's got on their mind is a prerequisite for a healthy relationship. That applies to any kind of relationship, really, but especially to our kind of relationship. You know, the kind that's meant to last forever. So, we do talk things through and, I'm happy to report, we ARE on the same page about all of the important stuff.
Except one.
Food.
The professor and I, we both love to eat, so we don't argue about THAT. What we do argue over is what actually constitutes good food. See, prior to meeting my husband, I had made quite the name for myself for eating mostly ingredients. People would ask me about my favorite food and I would say: TOMATO! AVOCADO! BREAD! Since I met Prof. Grady, however, FOOD has been introduced into my life. He plans MEALS. And...and he cooks on TWO burners. Like, AT THE SAME TIME. He chops onions like they do on the Food Network. And knows what the difference between HERBS and SPICES is. I mean...the man is SERIOUS about food stuffs! And getting married to him has SERIOUSLY increased the quality of MY life. I am not sure that HE could say the same about getting married to ME. What I have introduced him to, is вафли Боровец and mish-mash.
Having different eating habits is usually not a problem, except for the rare occasions when it becomes a problem. Like, for example, when the other day he asked me if I had any ideas for lunch and I said that there was yoghurt in the fridge. Or like, this other time when we decided we would have soup for dinner and I got excited I wouldn't need to go grocery shopping because we had some tomato paste and dill in the house. That's when we had a problem. Husband said ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! And wife rolled her eyes because she didn't think skipping dinner just that one time would be that big of a deal.
We've been married almost a year now and we are no longer surprised when food-inspired disagreements take place. He's got a much fuller appreciation for Bulgarian junk food now and I have learned that simply because their peels are green, cucumbers do not really count as "greens". We talk about our menu in all seriousness, the same way we talk about paying bills or our work or you know...other stuff we do. Sometimes he dispairs and lets me eat лютеница for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. And other times, I hold my breath and eat rice noodles and tofu simply because HE loves it SO DAMN MUCH.
The best part about all this, however, is not that we have learned to comprise with each others eating habits. The best part is that that we have developed habits that are neither his, nor mine but OUR OWN. Like...when we eat paprika flavored potato chips while waiting for dinner to be served. Or, when we put black pepper in our shopska salad. Or, when Kyle thinks up new recipies and we then together come up with names for the dishes...THAT, my friends, is a good example of some EXCELLENT communication.
So we might not be on the same page as far as food goes. But that's alright. We are just not on the same page YET.
Except one.
Food.
The professor and I, we both love to eat, so we don't argue about THAT. What we do argue over is what actually constitutes good food. See, prior to meeting my husband, I had made quite the name for myself for eating mostly ingredients. People would ask me about my favorite food and I would say: TOMATO! AVOCADO! BREAD! Since I met Prof. Grady, however, FOOD has been introduced into my life. He plans MEALS. And...and he cooks on TWO burners. Like, AT THE SAME TIME. He chops onions like they do on the Food Network. And knows what the difference between HERBS and SPICES is. I mean...the man is SERIOUS about food stuffs! And getting married to him has SERIOUSLY increased the quality of MY life. I am not sure that HE could say the same about getting married to ME. What I have introduced him to, is вафли Боровец and mish-mash.
Having different eating habits is usually not a problem, except for the rare occasions when it becomes a problem. Like, for example, when the other day he asked me if I had any ideas for lunch and I said that there was yoghurt in the fridge. Or like, this other time when we decided we would have soup for dinner and I got excited I wouldn't need to go grocery shopping because we had some tomato paste and dill in the house. That's when we had a problem. Husband said ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! And wife rolled her eyes because she didn't think skipping dinner just that one time would be that big of a deal.
We've been married almost a year now and we are no longer surprised when food-inspired disagreements take place. He's got a much fuller appreciation for Bulgarian junk food now and I have learned that simply because their peels are green, cucumbers do not really count as "greens". We talk about our menu in all seriousness, the same way we talk about paying bills or our work or you know...other stuff we do. Sometimes he dispairs and lets me eat лютеница for breakfast, lunch AND dinner. And other times, I hold my breath and eat rice noodles and tofu simply because HE loves it SO DAMN MUCH.
The best part about all this, however, is not that we have learned to comprise with each others eating habits. The best part is that that we have developed habits that are neither his, nor mine but OUR OWN. Like...when we eat paprika flavored potato chips while waiting for dinner to be served. Or, when we put black pepper in our shopska salad. Or, when Kyle thinks up new recipies and we then together come up with names for the dishes...THAT, my friends, is a good example of some EXCELLENT communication.
So we might not be on the same page as far as food goes. But that's alright. We are just not on the same page YET.
Labels: family, food, kyle, married life
posted by petya at 11/20/2007 02:18:00 PM
5 Comments:
That is so funny. Adam and I also find conflict with food. I'll make some tabbouleh, and I'll get some good greek-style yogurt with some honey and pecans, and for me, that's a meal. Adam comes over, and I'll offer him what I've created, and his eyes will go wide and he'll say, "That fills you up? That would keep me going for like, an hour." Not only this, but what for me is a substantive dinner with a week's worth of leftovers, for Adam, it's a meal with a small amount left over for lunch the next day. I have no idea how my system of cooking one giant meal on Sunday to last the rest of the week will work when we move in together. I think I might have to give up on the idea of leftovers, or just learn to cook ginormous amounts of everything.
Thankfully, Adam is a serious cook, so I know that if I've made something that isn't quite enough, he's fully capable of cooking for himself, or better yet, cooking for the both of us. That means, of course, that I have to do the dishes.
just for the record, all i've eaten today is вафли and миш-маш. вафли мура, by the way, не боровец.
David and I don't really have conflict about *what* to eat, just when. I'm trying to be better about (especially since it's healthier anyway), but I'll go several hours without even thinking about eating. Usually, I'll have a mid-afternoon snack, then a big dinner in the evening sometime, and that's it. He pretty much grazes constantly. The first time he came down to State College to visit, it was around 2:30 in the afternoon and he said something about wondering if I was ever going to feed him. Oops! Poor guy.
And I absolutely have to chime in after all the couple food stories and say that recently, I ate a jar of body chocolate for dinner. With a spoon, in front of the TV. It was good :)
Кайлчо, Мура са ми любими :)!
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