Yesterday afternoon, my husband came into my office sat down and proclaimed "I have never enjoyed your baked chicken. It feels slimy going down?" Then he gets up and walks away. How do you even respond to that?! Here after 13 years of marriage, he NOW tells me he does not like my chicken.
So last night, as we lay in bed, I probe "do you like it when I cook it this way, that way, do this or that" and all I get is "No, No, No and No." He then goes on to tell me he really just likes his food all mixed together and he would eat my chicken if I made a one pot wonder. But he thinks the taste of my chicken is okay, he just does not enjoy it. Hummmmmm. We get to talking about how we like our food and how when he was young he would just mix everything together. I laugh and tell him how I was just the opposite (which he already knew) and how I was one that never liked my food to touch.
I guess we have to start cooking our own food. Or he can just continue to suffer and eat what I put in front of him. Hey, if it works for the kids it should work for him to.
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