One of the best things about being a newlywed is figuring out what I’m going to feed myself and my husband every night for dinner.
Alas, I feel like married life has forced me to grow up a (little) more, so gone are the college days filled with Easy Mac, Ramen Noodles and Pizza. Plainly put, after I’ve had a long day in the office, an unhealthy carb-fest is not always the most appetizing. (Although sometimes it still is, don’t get me wrong!)
In the beginning, I didn’t have a clear sense of what my husband liked to eat for dinner. Although through trial and tribulation, I found out what he does NOT like…As in anything green. Moreover, green beans are a big no-no. I also discovered what he DOES like…Two words–hot sauce. I suppose it makes sense, being that he’s Hispanic and all, but I digress.
A couple of weeks ago, I decided to try a new recipe. Knowing that my husband tends to shy away from fruits and vegetables (unless cleverly disguised in hot sauce), I was determined to make a dish that was nutritious and palatable…Sweet and Sour Tofu. (And for all you tofu-haters, don’t knock it. You can do a lot of things with tofu these days!)
I found a recipe in one of my cookbooks and scanned the ingredients briefly:
Sweet and Sour Sauce
I didn’t foresee a problem with any of the ingredients so far. True, bell peppers are green, but it was going to be smothered in Sweet and Sour sauce, and that’s practically the same thing as hot sauce, so he wouldn’t notice, right?
Then I got to the last ingredient.
I remember hesitating slightly after reading the word. My mind journeyed back to a time when my husband and I first started dating, and he mentioned casually how he disliked pineapple.
I remember thinking: Eh…It’s just like the bell pepper. The pineapple will be covered in Sweet and Sour sauce, so he’ll never know.
Later that night, I served the Sweet and Sour Tofu up real fancy in our black sushi-esque dishes from Target in order to enact a genuine Asian cuisine dining experience.
I smiled slyly as I handed the steaming bowl to my husband, and watched him take his first bite.
His usual quick chomps transitioned into slow, drawn out bites.
“Did you put pineapple in this?” He asked, mid-chew.
“Just a tad.” I responded. “You like?”
“Uhhhhhhhh…” He said in a panicky voice, getting up from the table. I watched him make a quick left turn into the bathroom.
After overhearing some dramatized gagging and gurgling, he re-emerged, and announced: “I can’t eat that. I hate pineapple.”
I wonder what would have happened if I told him that he also ate green pepper…