Rewind About 8 Years
When my husband and I got married, we both realized how important to learn more about Indian culture together. I wanted to soak it all in because I wanted it to truly be a part of our marriage.
I was so concerned about learning those new traditions and customs that I didn’t realize how odd some of my family’s may seem to him. That was until this happened…
Introducing My Husband To My Childhood
We had been married for about a month when I decided to share a special meal with him. I grew up eating tuna noodle casserole and loved it! The tender egg noodles, moist tuna, and the crunch of the crackers on top makes my mouth water. (I even craved it while I was pregnant about two years later!) My husband, on the other hand, was used to spicy and very rich dishes. Casseroles… not so much.
I went to the store after work and grabbed all of the ingredients. My husband was still in school getting his bachelor’s degree at the time and I knew he would be home late for dinner. I had plenty of time to put together a good meal. After preparing it, I put the dish in the oven.
I anxiously watched the clock because I couldn’t wait for my husband to get home. I was so excited to share this with him! He walked in the front door a few moments later and I watched him excitedly. If I walked home to the smell of this delicious meal I would race to the dinner table, eager to devour every last bite.
He took in a deep breath and a confused smile started to emerge.
Umm. Babe, what are you cooking?
I got a little giddy, told him to go sit down for dinner, and he would see. I dished up two large helpings and brought it to the table. I was ready and waiting for the sounds of…
This is amazing!
Then The Unexpected Happened
Instead, I got…
Now, if our husbands are the same, you know what this actually means. It’s code for…
Dear, God. Please, don’t make this again!
Why he chooses to fib every time he doesn’t like a meal I’ll never know.
Yelling at him, while explaining I spent a lot of time making that and then giving his dinner to the dog is a natural reaction when he doesn’t love every one of my meals. Right?
My husband has quickly learned to enjoy all of my meals with a big smile on his face. Even after I badger him to tell me what he thinks, he will lovingly say he loves it.
So, maybe I wasn’t the most mature when we first got married or maybe marriage just brings out the crazy side inside all of us. I only fed his dinner to the dog one more time… but it really wasn’t my fault. He dared me and if my momma taught me anything it’s never chicken out on a dare! Okay, I don’t think that was my mom, but hey!