I don't even know how to begin this post.
I'm someone who will try anything once, even Jones Salmon Pate Soda. Sometimes after thirteen years of marriage I look at my husband with puzzlement and wonder why the hell he married me or to be more accurate why did I marry him. My husband has one quirk or maybe one rule about his food which I do not understand and that is he "will not work for his food". That's a direct quote. Things like crab, artichokes and ribs are foods he will not eat because there is "too much effort for too little results." Ugh!
Last night, we had artichokes and needless to say he wasn't a happy camper. But if we followed his rules everyone would be attached to an IV and that is a fate worse than death.
Posted by krysta at 6:24 PM