Food

I have never had anyone tell me they didn't like my tacos....ever. When hubby was still in Kosovo I told him if ever he didn't like something I cooked to please tell me. He told me he would just have some bread and marmalade. I told him I didn't want my husband going hungry, that I would cook something else.

The first time I made tacos hubby refused to put the salad on the taco, preferring to put it in a bowl and eat it as a side dish. Then he spread copious amounts of mustard on the meat, folded the shell and ate it that way. Sometime later, a month maybe, we had tacos again. That time he put the salad on the taco. I thought great, he's getting the hang of it. Fast forward to tonight. I made tacos. Hubby warmed a couple shells, got some jam out of the frig, slathered it on the shells, and sat down to eat them. He told me he was sorry, he just can't eat tacos. I know I TOLD him to tell me, but for some idiotic reason I felt hurt. I tried to hide it. I tried to tell myself...after all, just the other night I told him the Hallva he cooked tasted like burnt flour.

I went to my computer and sat down, tears welling up in my eyes. He knew it, darn it. He came into the room to (again) say he was sorry and to ask if I was crying. Well, what could I do? He put his arms around me, apologizing again and again. So I cried a little on his shoulder and then I was ok.

I'm used to a meat portion, a starch and a veggie, and maybe a salad on the side. Albanian food is different. Meat portions are often cut up into bite sized pieces. The veggies are likewise cut up, and everything is cooked together. The good thing is, I cook Albanian food pretty good and I like it too.