When I first met my husband I did a fine job of trying to impress him with my cooking. I cooked homey hotdishes (casseroles for you non Midwesterners), fragrant soups and cheesy pasta dishes.
One day, about a year after we'd been married, my husband suddenly says, "You know, I don't like soup." And I was shocked. I mean, how can you not like soup? He suddenly volunteered that sandwiches were for lunch, not a dinner item. Cheese was gross. As for hotdishes, they have all the food mixed up and not much flavor.
Then I realized that he was not the man I thought I knew. Growing up German with a father from the Southeast, I thought for sure that he'd welcome the kind of food I cooked. Potatoes layered with sauerkraut and sausages? Nope. Chicken noodle soup on a cold day? Nope.
So we moved on and I cooked other things.
Then one day a month ago, I noticed that my cheese package was pretty small. After thinking about it I asked Pete and he admitted that he was...STEALING MY CHEESE! Here he'd been having toasted cheese sandwiches and even cheese slices cold from the fridge. Who was this man and what had he done with my husband?
Last week we went to a local restaurant for restaurant week. It's a fixed menu where you make a couple of choices and spend $30 on a meal that would be $75 or more. For a starter, my husband chose curried butternut squash soup with apples. WHERE IS MY HUSBAND AND WHO IS THIS MAN?
Later in the week, we visited another restaurant and one of the garnishes on the salad was a candied onion. Oh how I was looking forward to the sweetness of the candying and the sharp onion on the inside. But no. MY HUSBAND ATE IT. ALL.
So, last night for dinner, we are had Curried Butternut Squash Soup with Apple, Smoked Chicken Sausages and crusty bread with Cheddar melted on it. All things that my husband (or so he says he's my husband....) did not eat 30 days ago.
Does this seem weird to you too?
(this post is in good humor. I really do not think aliens abducted my husband.)
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