I’ve had the privilege of eating my brides cooking for over 15 years. We started dating in our teens so her early “cooking” was maybe a bowl, box, and a carton of milk. I always loved that cereal though. I think the reason I liked it so much is that a woman other than my mother, cared enough about me to feed something. I believe the saying is “The best way to a mans heart is through his stomach.” After almost 15 years of marriage, let’s just say my bride has found her way to my heart…. Through my stomach. So, what’s for dinner?
We have staples or go-to’s in our house. Let’s 1st discuss her chili. For starters, she makes it in what appears to be the largest pot in the world! I can’t really comment on her preparation or how long it takes to prepare this feast but I can comment on my preparation and how long it takes me to eat it. For starters, she generally let’s me know the night before that we are having chili the next day. So my prep starts that night. I usually start with a light meal as I know the next day will be uncomfortable. Let’s fast forward to sit down time. I start off with a light t-shirt and sweat pants. Well, if I’m being honest, sometimes I’m forced to eat it without a shirt on! I sometimes think she has bottled the fire from hell and “sprinkles” it on top. So as I belly up to the troff, I have the following tools in front of me. My heaping bowl of deliciousness sprinkled with cheese, 2 cans of soda, an entire package of crackers, a spoon, and of course; my heart burn pill. So one scoop of awesomeness goes onto one cracker and then the cracker into my gullet. Surprisingly enough, she generally has a perfect chili to cracker ratio. I don’t know how she does it, but she does. Now when that bowl is empty and my stomach is full, I’ve officially over done myself. I usually follow this up by laying on the couch with a smile on my face, couple rolled up napkins by my side, and a smile on my face. The tears are dried up and the liquids have all but stopped running down my nose.
Tacos: My bride cooks the shells so they are crisp. She takes her beautiful hands and crushes those shells up in a perfect way. From there, she puts on hot, spicy hamburger with a pound of shredded cheese, black olives, and sometimes she surprises me with onions. My prep for this is similar to the chili. My plate, some soda, a fork, and of course; my heart burn pill. After 5 or 6 taco shells and all the toppings, I’m pretty much done. The outcome is about the same, couple empty cans of soda, and a few rolled up napkins. Finally, a smile on my face.
Super Nachos: Now these amazing beauties are generally saved for special occasions. Things like opening day of football, a big Eagles game, or a birthday. They consist of a layer of chips, taco meat, jalapeño nacho cheese, shredded cheese, black olives, onions, lettuce, and onions. This plate may be stacked a foot high and could be the nectar of the gods. I mean this is the most amazing thing ever! The sheer utter of pain afterwards is pretty indescribable though. I think the best way to describe it is liking having the flu while being hungover. It’s so worth it though. Now beings that these are generally saved for special occasions, no time to lay down and bask in all it’s glory. I usually sit and try to enjoy what just happened.
Enchiladas: In this household they are known as “la la’s”. They are stuffed to the max and you guessed it, the outcome is the same. Now I know how all this may sound, my bride is stuffing non-healthy foods down my throat. That’s not the case. On top of all these delicious meals, she does mix in some fruits and veggies. My bride likes to make sure that we are all fed and she does it with a smile on her face. I’d be lying if I said she likes to cook for 6, and sometimes more, all the time but she’s pretty much a champ and I’m thankful for that.
My bride puts in 40+ hours a week, takes care of 4 children, takes care of a 34 year old child, a cat, a dog, and herself. She’s pretty amazing in what she does. I make sure to thank her. From time to time she will experiment with something new and I have the luxury of telling her if it’s good or not. I don’t handle this question like you may think. This isn’t “Do I look fat in this?” or “which outfit do you like better?” I answer the question of “What do you think?” as honestly as I can. You see, if she makes something less than good and I tell her it’s good, when it’s not, she’ll make it again and I’ll have to eat it again. I’m very polite when I tell her it’s not that great as to not hurt her feelings. After all, I love this woman!! She does more than cook for this family so the least I can do is be polite to my bride.
So, what’s my favorite food on the menu? I think the best way to answer that is to be 100% honest. The best thing on the menu is whatever my bride made for supper that night.