In general, I would send him a few possible recipes via email and he would choose one for the next night. This isn’t just another “round-up” of links my blogger buddies have sent me. Because he was doing a Whole30 at the time, they’re all grain-free, dairy-free and sans legumes.We chose meals that fit certain criteria: “It’s not that hard, you just throw a bunch of stuff in a pot…after your wife shows you where everything is!”Īnd my assessment? Being able to delegate some meal prep under the guise of a challenge with a cool tool that even gamifies dinner for him? The guy’s assessment? I give you another quote: Since I boiled him slowly, his palate has also changed to appreciate so many more foods than he ever used to.īreakfast and a few dinners like tacos, spaghetti, and Dad’s Cheeseburger Helper were really the only man-made meal options in his repertoire, though, until I challenged him to learn the Instant Pot because I wanted to write a post about how easy it was. The man has learned his way around the kitchen a bit, more so in the last year after he left the corporate world behind and joined the family business. That’s sliced and fried potatoes, eggs, prosciutto, fresh cilantro and halved cherry tomatoes. If, say, he was still a bachelor, what would he eat? I know it wouldn’t be anything as awesome as this breakfast he served me last week that I had to snap for Instagram: Like many of us, he grew up on Stouffer’s lasagna, Hamburger Helper, PB&J sandwiches and Little Debbies for lunch. I’d get more sleep, he quips (which is true), but he also wonders what he’d eat. We talk sometimes about what life would be like for my husband had we never met, never gotten married. If you’re married, I guarantee you have changed one another over the years. What Would You Be Like without Your Spouse? He said it himself.Ĭheck out the interview I did with him on his real food transformation…that took TEN years. Head shaking in disgust, he delivered the quote that I’ve teased him about mercilessly for a decade and a half: I’m a real fixer upper, dear. It turned out that in the home he had lived in pretty much his entire life, he had no idea where the stamps were. When he returned, he had a bit of a sheepish look on his face. We got all our mail ready to go and I asked him to grab some stamps. (I suppose it dates me that we clipped with actual scissors we had to hold in our hands, filled out forms with actual pens, and actually licked envelopes with our tongues instead of just doing it all from my phone on the way home from the store. We were young college students in the heyday of “rebates.” Remember when you could get almost anything “free after rebate” without trying very hard? (Ok, maybe you still can, but I don’t get out much, and I hate shopping.)Īnyway, we had purchased a number of items with rebates during a weekend visit to his parents’ house, and we set to work clipping the UPCs, filling out forms, and licking and sticking envelopes. In the nearly 13 fated years we’ve been married, I think we would both agree that we’ve changed each other, and almost always for the better.Īnd believe me – he was a real fixer upper. You know how they say you’re not supposed to bank on the person you choose to marry actually changing at all to fit your liking better? That you should never expect to be able to mold or form that person to become the person you think they could be? We were talking about this over our favorite BBQ chicken thighs from the Instant Pot the other night…
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