Food For Thought

According to this morning's local radio show, in every marriage there is at least one thing that each party does that will drive the other to near insanity and murderous thoughts. Having just celebrated our 20th Anniversary I was  still awash in the glow of having made it so far and immersed in a catatonic haze of comfort; So for all of ten seconds I couldn't think of anything at all that my husband does that annoys me!

Then I remembered Chicken Thigh Sunday. On the day that his life nearly ended Denis was in pole position on the sofa plugged into some dreadful sports program and oblivious to the fact that fifteen people were arriving for a BBQ at 3pm. He managed to ignore my careful planning of the perfect menu, a lot of huffing and puffing and my two frenzied trips to the supermarket to obtain essential ingredients. He slept through all the cleaning and preparations and awoke at 2.30 (just enough time to shower and make himself presentable) demanding to know what we were having to eat. Imagine my shock when on hearing the run down (marinated beef, chicken satay sticks, baby roast potatoes and green salad) he threw a toddler style tantrum and said he wanted chicken thighs! This is the man who has absolutely NO interest in food until it's going to screw up My life. Of course if I was normal I would have just told him to take a hike, but since I am a Jewish Mother any insinuation that I am not feeding my family adequately is like a stake through the heart.  

Needless to say after an ugly exchange all was resolved. We didn't have chicken thighs and after a bottle of good Malbec and several weeks of therapy I was able to live with the guilt.