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In my previous post, I wrote that the wife likes oatmeal and I do not.  Allow me to explain further.

When I was growing up, we called oatmeal “porridge.”  We used to have it on Saturdays or Sundays when my dad would make it.  It wasn’t every Saturday or Sunday, sometimes we’d have bacon-and-eggs.  But my parents would make it and we would eat it.

My dad told the story that they used to have it nearly every day when they were kids.  My aunt has confirmed this and doesn’t eat porridge either, saying “She had it enough as a kid and doesn’t feel the need to eat it now.”  In other words, she doesn’t like it.

I don’t like it either.  I never did.

The only way I could eat it back then was by putting spoonfuls of brown sugar on it.  Put in the milk, put in clumps and clumps of sugar, and then eat it.  It was the only way to make it taste acceptable.

I don’t like the goopy taste or texture of porridge/oatmeal.  It grosses me out.  If I absolutely must eat it, then I’ll eat it. But I’d even choose to go without porridge and be hungry before I’d choose to eat it.  Now that I am an adult, I won’t eat it at all (and no one can make me).  I tried to buy some of those Quaker Oaks and the maple and brown sugar one was alright… so long as I put lots of brown sugar on it.  But that’s really unhealthy.

I have a dilemma – either eat porridge and put piles of sugar on it thereby nullifying any possible health effect, or don’t eat it at all.  I chose the second option.

And I stand by it.


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The wife and I are both North Americans, but even between us we each have our own culinary preferences.  She’s Asian (fasian) and I’m white and therefore we both prefer some things over the other.

There are a number of things we have in common:

  • We both like Thai food.
  • We both like Indian food.

  • We both like all kinds of meat – beef, pork, chicken and turkey. 

But there are differences between us:

  • We both eat rice, but the wife likes it more than I do.  She’d eat it 3x per day every day if she could.

  • We both eat pasta and noodles, but like different kinds.  I like American noodles but only certain kinds, whereas she prefers any type.  She also likes wide noodles which I do not.

  • I like classic American food more like hamburgers, hot dogs and pizza.

  • She likes oatmeal whereas I actively try to never eat it again if I can.

  • I like bread more than she does.  Way more.

  • She eats cereal any time of day whereas I will only eat it in the morning. I also eat toast for breakfast whereas she rarely does.  I also put jam on my toast whereas I don’t think I’ve ever seen her do that.

  • We both like dumplings, but only she likes the brand/version that we get from Trader Joe’s.

  • She likes fruit more than I do (but I still eat fruit) whereas I like vegetables more than she does (but she still eats vegetables).

  • We both like fish, but she likes crab and lobster and I do not.

  • We both like Ritz crackers, but I eat them way more.  I also eat way more peanut butter.

  • If I hadn’t given up sugary drinks like Coke and Pepsi, I would be drinking them way more.  I think I’ve seen the wife drink carbonated sugar drinks 5 times since I met her.

  • We both like coleslaw, but I eat it more than she does.

None of these are ever a big deal.  When we go grocery shopping, we just get an additional thing of what the other likes and then the other person rarely eats it.  But we still eat mostly the same lunches, just different dinners (which we would have to do anyhow since we work different schedules).

This also reflects different cultural backgrounds.  My diet is “whiter” whereas hers is more Asian.

It’s a neat comparison.

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A couple of weeks ago, the wife and I went shopping to the local grocery store.  We were meandering through the aisles and came to the bakery and the wife asked me if I wanted to get a bun.  I replied “M’kay.”

She reached forward towards the sweet buns, and I thought she was getting two of them.  I thought to myself “Oh, you’re getting two of those?  Alright.”  I don’t really like sweet buns that much; I need bread to be bread, not with sweetness or sugary stuff tossed in.  It’s just not my style.

However, she didn’t take two buns out, she only took one for herself.  “Do you want one?”

I said “M’kay,” and proceeded to pick out another different bun for myself.  So the situation is this: she got herself one sweet bun, I got myself a normal one.

Later on that afternoon, the wife was having a nap while I was working on the computer.  I began to get hungry and wandered to the kitchen where I looked for something to eat.  I meandered over to the buns sitting in a crinkly plastic bag.

Now, I couldn’t really see through the bag clearly, I could only tell that there were buns in there.  And here’s where the weird part takes over – in my mind, I recalled back to the events earlier in the store and the one that played forward in my memory is where the wife got two sweet buns.  Even though she only got one, I thought that she had gotten two.

As I reached into the bag, I thought to myself “Well, even though I don’t like these sweet buns, I’m hungry and I guess I’ll eat it.  The wife can eat the other one.” I withdrew one of the “two” from the bag and ate it.

Later that evening, the wife asked me “Did you eat my bun?”  I went back through what I had done and scanned my memory.  I knew I had eaten the sweet bun, but I then suddenly realized that my earlier memory of her buying two of them was not correct; I had only thought she had bought two of them because I thought she was going to buy two of them.  And my disappointment that might occur overrode the actual event was what actually transpired.

A false memory supplanted a real one.

I started to laugh at myself.  “Um, yes I did.” I then tried to explain what had happened.  A fake memory inserted itself into my recall and then my hunger drew from it.

The wife just rolled her eyes and shook her head.  And she always warns me not to eat her bread anymore.

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