Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Come on, Take a Bite!
The other day, as my husband and I were traveling down the road, we had a lovely conversation. Often times, when we are traveling together, we pass the time in silence. Not my choice of course. But, what can I do when he chooses to not actively participate in the bantering?
On this particular day, he was actually engaging in “road” conversation. This odd turn of events actually makes sense. We were talking about food.
My husband is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. He still considers corn a vegetable. I have tried to convince him otherwise, that indeed corn is a starch, but he will not hear of it. My son is just like him. Where did I go wrong? Place anything green in front of them and they crinkle their noses in disgust. I will say that my husband will eat green beans. His preferred preparation of said vegetable is “covered in cheese.”
Fruit? Don’t even go there. His one fruit that he tolerates is bananas. A few months ago, he was going to eat a little healthier and when packing his lunch, he included a banana. I shook my head in despair, knowing full well that the banana was destined to become banana bread. Watching me and trying to dispel my doubt, he assured me he was going to eat the banana. “If not today, then maybe tomorrow” was his loophole. The banana was delicious. And he did end up eating it. Although not in the form he originally intended. He had it sliced warm out of the oven with a layer of butter spread on it and a glass of milk on the side. I have to say I do make some good banana bread!
My question for him while we were driving was “what happened?” In the Garden of Eden there were no hamburger trees. Growing out of the ground, you found those potatoes, and corn, but there wasn’t a pork chop plant or a beef roast bush to be seen. Daniel would have starved had he been the “first” man!
One of his responses to my question was “we don’t like to be associated with anything called “fruit.” Hmmm…well, I guess that is a bit stereotypical, and silly, but ok.
Pressing him further, I asked him again, “Why won’t you eat fruit?” He turned, looked at me and said “You know why.” My response: “Come on, take a bite. You’ll like it!”