Ode to a picky husband

     First off, I would like to say that while me and P.C. made sure I was slathered down in bug spray when we went fishing, the next day I found a bug bite. The durn thing must have crawled away from the bug spray and up my shorts because it bit me right below my butt cheek. Talk about an embarrassing place to have an itch. If you try to scratch it, you look like you're scratching your butt or picking a wedgie...

     Anyways... today, I'm paying bills and planning out a menu and grocery list. This would be fine and dandy... BUT... you see, I have this husband... and he's a picky eater.
     I was the pickiest eater in my family (exception of one cousin, but she came along 7 years after me.) and I eat pretty much anything. My parents would at least make me TRY (and by try that meant finish up the amount they placed in my plate) anything Momma put on the table. The only things I REFUSE to eat are as follows: White lima beans, LIVER, sweet (or bread and butter) pickles, and TOMATOES. (I eat sauce and some ketchup - but not the real deal). I literally gagged making that list. (Worst dinner ever? When Ma cooked liver, tomatoes, and white lima beans for supper. I went to bed hungry that night. I would not - and could not - eat that junk.) So I understand when people say there are just some things they cannot eat.
     I thought I knew picky one time, but that was before I met my husband. It was hilarious when Ma called and wanted to know what P.C. ate when she was trying to plan out a Thanksgiving menu. It's all fine and dandy until you try to save money by cooking at home and planning out weekly meals... Especially when vegetable's are good for you and cheap. Prince Charming doesn't eat Vegetables. He's more of a meat and potatoes man (Depending on the meat and the potatoes... hahaha)

     (Maybe part of it has to do with the culture. I know, me and Prince Charming have always lived in the same state - how big of a difference can it be? Answer: A world of difference. Honestly, sometimes the food up here makes me want to cry. Home cooking up here at the top of the state is a LOT more bland than the home-style cooking that I'm used to. So where I want to spice up and salt up every dish that comes through, prince charming would just as soon leave all of that out. Luckily, I'm slowly bringing him around... :))

     I've read a lot of blogs and forums about trying to feed picky husbands - and let me tell you! There is a lot of negativity out there! People will call these picky husbands ugly names and use bad words. They will say that you should "make them cook their own food" or force them to eat what they don't like.
     I have problems with all of these. 1st off, just because some people are picky eaters does not give anyone the right to call them names or use ugly language. That's like being ticked off because someone has red hair or has an accent. 2nd of all, my husband does cook - and quite often! (He usually does all of the cooking on the weekend.) I like to cook too though. I enjoy cooking for P.C. Plus, I'm the one that buys the groceries. I don't want him to buy groceries... I like being in control of that area. 3rd of all... while I am not above sneaking in vegetables when I can (Chef Boyardee and Manwich come with a full serving of vegetables inside!) - I will not force him to eat something he doesn't like. I will not do something I wouldn't want done to me.

     On the bright side, it's really forced me to use my imagination and expand my cooking knowledge. (You wouldn't think so, but it does.) It's also fun to talk and laugh with women who happen to be in the same boat; you get lots of new ideas.

     ...I just wish it didn't take so long to plan out a grocery list...


Here's to lovable, picky husbands who still make baby faces when they try new food.

Who cares if he's picky? He can make towel animals!