My Funny Valentine
February 13, 2011
James and I have had two serious arguments, both about vegetables.
This man has a compassion for food you might normally associate with Mother Theresa’s compassion for orphans.
The first time we fought over a vegetable it was a cauliflower. Not just any cauliflower, but a home-grown from seed cauliflower. I over steamed it. You would have thought that I had just bludgeoned a baby seal just for kicks.
The second argument was about my waste of Vegetables. Yes, he thought it was a good idea, knowing I was a bit hormonal, I was very very busy and he decided that that was a great time to take out the poor dead soggy lettuce at the bottom of the vegetable tray and start a discussion on more meticulous menu planning. He was wrong.
I don’t think of myself as wasteful. (At least I am not purposefully wasteful) That which is not used in our household is eaten by ducks, chickens or worms. So all in all I think I am particularly virtuous. But see I don’t make a living teaching in the conservation and sustainability arena.
But hey, we don’t fight about money, where to live, how to raise the children, he’s patient and kind and generous. He is exceptionally good-looking and a fabulous partner.
So I can find some compassion for the carrots I cook, be a little more conservative so we don’t have overweight ducks. And for Valentines day, I think I’ll make him a lovely salad…