I have written before about my husband and his DEADENED SENSES, particularly his sense of smell (See archives - "Huh? You say we ran over a punk with the jar?").
And I have yet MORE instances of his 'deadened senses' condition to report.
First, we went out for dinner, ALONE, last weekend. We tried a new steak restaurant, and we were having those FASCINATING conversations that only parents of young children, parents who don't get out much, parents who are never alone together, can have. You know, like:
Me - "It's really gross how they put the steaks in a case all raw and stuff for you to see. It smells like MEAT in here."
Him - "I think it's really cool."
Silence
Me - "This butter is sooooo good. I could eat a dish of it by itself."
Him - "I think it's a little too cinnamon-y"
Silence
Me - "The waitress looks very young. Do you think she's young?"
Him - "Maybe we're just getting old."
Me - "Hmm. That's depressing."
Silence
But I digress. Anyway, we both ordered steaks and loaded sweet potatoes (with everything in the world that is good, like butter, and marshmallows, and, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? caramel sauce!!)
Everybody KNOWS that salt brings out the sweet flavor...for heaven's sake, you put a teaspoon of salt in cookie dough...it enhances the SWEET flavor! So, I begin salting my potato. My hubby FREAKS OUT and says I am "ruining my potato".
He then proceeds to salt his (already salty, savory, and delicious!) steak. WHAT?!?!
So along with having no sense of smell, he is also without a sense of taste.
When I get around to actually cooking a meal, instead of reheating or microwaving, I work hard to make it Amazingly Delicious. Those of you who read my blog know that I LIVE for comments, so the same would surely apply to my cooking for the man I married.
His response to everything I serve? "It's good."
THIS PISSES ME OFF. "It's good" means CRAP. It's EMPTY.
HE says it's all in the TONE. For example:
(distracted tone) "It's good." = What is this again? I am starving and forgot to taste it.
(neutral tone) "It's good." = I am hungry and this is perfectly edible.
(excited tone) "It's good!" = This is marvelous! You are an absolute FREAK in the kitchen, baby! You should make this again.
(too excited tone) "It's good!!!" = This is gross, but then, I eat anything. But don't make it again.
I don't LIKE being forced to interpret "It's good."
I want him to just tell me the TRUTH...I mean, as you can tell from our restaurant conversation, we obviously don't have enough to talk about as it is. Tell me it's delicious! Tell me it's terrible! Question what's in it! Ask for the salt! Give me SOMETHING here!
Is that REALLY too much for a girl to ask?
Coming soon: My husband can't smell, part 2!
And I have yet MORE instances of his 'deadened senses' condition to report.
First, we went out for dinner, ALONE, last weekend. We tried a new steak restaurant, and we were having those FASCINATING conversations that only parents of young children, parents who don't get out much, parents who are never alone together, can have. You know, like:
Me - "It's really gross how they put the steaks in a case all raw and stuff for you to see. It smells like MEAT in here."
Him - "I think it's really cool."
Silence
Me - "This butter is sooooo good. I could eat a dish of it by itself."
Him - "I think it's a little too cinnamon-y"
Silence
Me - "The waitress looks very young. Do you think she's young?"
Him - "Maybe we're just getting old."
Me - "Hmm. That's depressing."
Silence
But I digress. Anyway, we both ordered steaks and loaded sweet potatoes (with everything in the world that is good, like butter, and marshmallows, and, ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? caramel sauce!!)
Everybody KNOWS that salt brings out the sweet flavor...for heaven's sake, you put a teaspoon of salt in cookie dough...it enhances the SWEET flavor! So, I begin salting my potato. My hubby FREAKS OUT and says I am "ruining my potato".
He then proceeds to salt his (already salty, savory, and delicious!) steak. WHAT?!?!
So along with having no sense of smell, he is also without a sense of taste.
When I get around to actually cooking a meal, instead of reheating or microwaving, I work hard to make it Amazingly Delicious. Those of you who read my blog know that I LIVE for comments, so the same would surely apply to my cooking for the man I married.
His response to everything I serve? "It's good."
THIS PISSES ME OFF. "It's good" means CRAP. It's EMPTY.
HE says it's all in the TONE. For example:
(distracted tone) "It's good." = What is this again? I am starving and forgot to taste it.
(neutral tone) "It's good." = I am hungry and this is perfectly edible.
(excited tone) "It's good!" = This is marvelous! You are an absolute FREAK in the kitchen, baby! You should make this again.
(too excited tone) "It's good!!!" = This is gross, but then, I eat anything. But don't make it again.
I don't LIKE being forced to interpret "It's good."
I want him to just tell me the TRUTH...I mean, as you can tell from our restaurant conversation, we obviously don't have enough to talk about as it is. Tell me it's delicious! Tell me it's terrible! Question what's in it! Ask for the salt! Give me SOMETHING here!
Is that REALLY too much for a girl to ask?
Coming soon: My husband can't smell, part 2!
10 Comments:
Stacey..."You can't handle the truth!" My opinion: you are a terrific cook! :)
oh my god. i love sweet potatoes. i would have been in sweet potato heaven.
i don't know about salt bringing out flavor (maybe you're right), but i just like the taste of salt.
Oh I am totally with you on the dinner comments. Everything is "good," though you are one step ahead of me in being able to interpret them. I figure it's crap if I get nothing. Ha!
Kyndal - HA! And thanks!
Donna - You can smell blood from a tiny cut, but you couldn't smell THE RAW MEAT? It was quite ironic, though, and the conversation eventually improved.
gigi - They were the most perfect sweet potatoes ever. MMMM.
lost a sock - It's taken many years of practice...12, to be exact and I'm STILL whining about it!
My husband is this way with clothes. He'll be in the store with me, and I'll model some shirts for him, and he'll give me something noncommital like "Nice." However, if we're shopping for him, I'm encouraged to help him shop for the kind of shirt, the color of the shirt, the pattern of the shirt....
That's why I prefer to shop alone.
OH. MY. GOSH.
I get the "it's good" or, EVEN WORSE, "it's not bad" ALL THE TIME and it makes me INSANE!!!
Recently I had a conversation with my husband where he said "I wish you could read my moods better... you know, the way I read yours" and I said "well, I'd be happy to do that, if you EVER MADE ANY INDICATION THAT YOUR MOOD WAS A DIFFERENT ONE THAN THE ONE YOU'VE BEEN IN SINCE I MET YOU!" How am I supposed to tell what mood he's in if all his answers are "it's good" or "it's not bad" and his facial expression never changes from "default neutral"? SERIOUSLY?! HOW?!?!
Clearly, your post hit a nerve *blush*
It must be a guy thing. Seriously. That's the only thing I can think of.
Frema - Maybe I should EAT alone! Hmmm...
Mrs. s!! - How could I forget to mention "It's not bad"????? That is the one that REALLY gets me going. Our husbands would totally get along great, you know, just sitting there with their "default neutral" looks on their faces. Ha!
Stacey, this post was hillarious! Before commenting I went to do a "Google" search for words with the "oo" sound and accidentally typed in woords, lol. Too many oos for anyone :-) Just glad the poop didn't hit the roof if you know what I mean.
PLease tell where you ate, as my senses are not great and hubby's are, and we too have nothing to talk about. This time we will cause three weeks is too long to be away from hubby and 3 kiddos. You are a great cook and any time you want to try out something new, come to my place. Just be sure to make enough for five! LOL
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Stacey, I know how you feel about the raw meat thing! I wear latex gloves when I have to touch it. And, if I run out of gloves, I put Ziploc bags on my hands with rubber bands on my wrist holding them on. I make some kick-ass meatballs, and I've just learned how to deal with it without actually touching the meat (yuck!) We have those "Texas" restaurants out here, and the butter is wonderful! I love sweet potatoes too! They are said to promote the possibility of multiple births. Hmmm... I'm sure if I eat enough of them with cinnamon butter, it will appear like I'm about to give birth to multiples.
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