Pornofan420
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Liar said:A word of advise, my friend. If you feel like you have to "waste" an hour/day at the dinner table with your wife, your life is way too stressed up.
Indeed. The thing is, I love spending time with my wife. I don't consider the time spent at the table talking and being together a waste. That's part of the life I live.
It's the food that gets in the way. It makes Mrs. 420 upset to be reminded that I don't go into new food experiences looking forward to what I might find, I go into them braced to dislike it. On top of that, I have no personal need to expand my culinary palette. I'll eat the same thing night after night anfter night and not complain. I get antsy if I don't recognize what's on the plate.
I love the ceremony of cooking together, preparing ingredients, the whole schtick. The activity of cooking is fun.
I just don't want to have to eat it when it's finished.
I helped my aunt make dozens of wontons and lumpia, heaping mounds of pancit and chicken adobo back when I was living at home. Loved doing it. It's just that I wanted a hamburger or a slice of pizza when I was done.
On Thanksgiving, with the HUGE table spread out with all the traditionals AND a whole lot of Filipino/Chinese food, all I wanted was turkey, a little potatos, a little stuffing. No gravy, no nothing else.
But for the sake of domestic harmony, I'm going to embark on a food boot-camp form one of her foodie sites. She's convinced that I can learn to like new and different foods.
I'm convinced I can fake it enough to make her happy. Whatever it takes, I'm game to try.


