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.
Labels: family, food, kyle, married life
