Got any snacks?

To provide background for this post, I share the following:  a few dates into our early relationship, I asked Blair "What is your favorite meal?"  I knew I was going to be able to nail this dish.  I had perfected so many "man dishes" in the past.  This was going to be a breeze, and I would be deserving of a ton more bonus points.  His reply?  "Herb crusted rack of lamb."  I oscillated between pure, undoubted love, and complete terror.  Herb crusted rack of lamb?  Seriously? 

Fast forward a few dates later and Blair is over at my place for dinner.  No, I wasn't cooking herb crusted rack of lamb, but something I hoped would suffice.  And then it happened.  It was my question of doom.  Blair said simply as he opened my pantry "Got any snacks?" 

Huh?  Snacks?  I was eating lima beans for dinner before he came into the scene.  Snacks?  I work 14 hours a day, and I found out when I started cooking dinner that night that I had a working oven. No, I did not have any snacks.

Well, fortunately, Blair didn't really care about snacks, and even more fortunately, he realized my neurotic spazes early on. As for me, I learned to buy snacks.  2 years after that date, we are a very happy married couple. 

I should note here that Blair is in no way a demanding husband and we split the chores.  However cooking, and all thinks food, fall into my realm of responsibility. The past few weeks have been a little crazy at the Hoyt household.  Blair and I have both been putting in a lot of hours at work, and our grocery list has returned to "survival mode."

Today I was cooking a tried and true recipe for dinner- sure it would be a huge success.  And then it happened.  Blair told me that he essentially missed lunch.  Crap.   He would want a snack.  Think, Ashley think.  Just then the clouds parted and the angels sang "honey, I have prosciutto."  Sure, it was an ingredient for the dinner I had planned for tomorrow, but my dinner tonight would yield leftovers- I don't need a dinner plan for tomorrow!  Awesome.  So Blair ate an entire pack of prosciutto.  His cholesterol might not be happy, but he was. 

In conclusion, I know that my husband's love for me has absolutely NOTHING to do with my ability to stock the pantry with snacks, but as part of the great expectations I set for myself as a wife, I do my best to keep my man happy (insert snappy fingers in a "S" pattern).

A good night to all!