So, yesterday dh and I had a falling out about food.
I'm the food person in our house. The chooser of food, the buyer of food, the menu planner, the cook. I love food, I love cooking, and even if I say so myself, I'm pretty good at it
One of the things I enjoy about these threads is that people are posting what they're eating, and suggesting scrummy recipes, and showing photos of their food. I love it all.
Dh is a pampered man. He's easy going and eats whatever I serve without a complaint. He is a companion foodie in terms of eating out, quality restaurants, etc but he doesn't have culinary skills and he doesn't understand any of the most basic facts of nutrition. I think he views it as my hobby and has learnt as much about it as I have about any of his particular hobbies.
So this last weekend I was busy away from home and he offered to get food ready both evenings. Saturday night was good - butter chicken (homemade from the freezer), lots of veg, and he got cauliflower rice 'because he knows I like it'. Sunday he said 'I've got you some noodely stuff'. I was expecting pre-prepared courgette or squash noodles, turned out it was M&S Singapore Noodles! I picked out a few buts of chicken, a few bits of veg, tried to shake off the sickly sweet sauce. Left the actual noodles.
Dh was irritated by the food waste and pissed off that he'd tried to do his best and I'd somehow scorned all his hard work.
Four years! Four frickin' years I've been eating like this. When did he last see me eat a noodle?
So the argument arose (stemming from and tired venus and a disappointed mrvenus) where he declared he hated 'faddy eaters' and it would do me no harm to be gracious and appreciative of his efforts, and I declared that he was an inobservant ignoramus who paid no attention to whether I lived or died (OK, I know was a bit extreme, but I was very tired).
Anyway, I'm just sharing my ultimate frustration that I'm 3 stones lighter than I was in 2016. My blood pressure is in a healthy place. My dh eats like a king at home (meals full of butter and veg, with added carbs, just for him). I find it mostly OK to be assertive and in control of what I eat when I'm out MIL is a gracious exception And still my dh thinks I might be a faddy eater. Grrr..