I'll be honest, I don't cook every meal. I am one of the fortunate. My husband likes to expand is culinary skills regularly and I don't stand in his way, but when I get a little itch (very, very little) to make dinner I do it with all the love in the world. So, I browned my ground beef, graded my cheese and opened my soups. Remembering from years past that Justin doesn't care for mushrooms, but always seemed to eat my spaghetti bake, I added only a fourth of the can cream of mushroom soup. I put the biscuits on the cookie sheet, popped them in the oven and waited for my sweet family to arrive.
The table was set with the biscuits neatly piled in the center and the smell of baked cheese filled the kitchen. The kids ran the to table, with an exhausted dad trailing behind them. I dished everyone up, proud of my perfect pasta. After the blessing we all dug in, all except Dad. I watched him as he slowly poked his fork back and forth searching out the tiny mushrooms. I reminded him that I had only put a fourth of the can in. "That's enough," he said.
I'm not going to say I wasn't a little disappointed. Honestly, I use to enjoy cooking and baking, but the more I felt like people were turning their noses up at it, the less I wanted to cook. Hence, why my husband does so much and I have become quite comfortable with the idea.
I finished my serving(s) and cleared my plate. I looked around to see everyone else had eaten what I dished them, including my anti-mushroom husband. I turned to him and apologized for making the cheesy spaghetti bake (even though I swear he once liked it). With semi-hostility he said, "I wouldn't have put something you didn't like in it."
Well, hmph, (as the Mennears say). I thought about that long and hard and he is completely right (even though the only things my husband does like that I don't is Tapatio and jalapenos) he was right. So, today I had spaghetti bake for lunch and dinner and probably for lunch tomorrow. After I suffer through the small pan of pasta, toss my three remaining cans of cream of mushroom soup to charity, I will make a vow to never cook a meal for my husband with the fungi again. And I do this purely out of love.
3 comments:
I remember when I tried out the recipe for the first time, knowing that your very picky husband liked it. It is a favorite around our house!
Wow, you're a lot nicer than me. It always stinks when you work so hard to prepare a meal and it gets either a so so or a gross. I've done the same thing though, put something in that jeff didn't like. But it's only because he's so picky that if he would just try it, maybe he would like it? Well apparently that doesn't work right?
Ok, so I KNOW not to buy cream of mushroom soup, but there are other things that I really wish he would just try. What really gets my goat is when it is someone else cooking and he will eat it, so he doesn't hurt THEIR feelings. Nice. Good Luck!
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