Dear Joel,
You are a really good sport.
You endure embarrassing anecdotes on my Facebook page and ribbing on my blog and even humored me by writing a couple of What We Ate Wednesday posts.
In fact, you’re such a good sport that I’m not even vetting this post with you before I hit “publish”. After 15 years of marriage, surprises are a good thing. I hope.
You’re not on Instagram (another reason I love you). But if you were, you would’ve seen my recent post about you. It was a photo of your dinner one night: a big helping of brown rice, tofu, and a whole bunch of veggies. You even had seconds. Here’s what I wrote about it:
My husband’s dinner last night. He didn’t eat a single vegetable (except potatoes) when we started dating 20-some years ago. Not a single one! Besides my kids, this is perhaps my greatest accomplishment in life.
Early in our relationship, I somehow convinced you to try salad. The first salads I made for you consisted of a single lettuce leaf in a tiny bowl, covered in croutons and swimming in balsamic vinaigrette. You begrudgingly took a bite–and over the course of a year, eventually graduated to a full-sized salad bowl. I remember the first time you ordered salad in a restaurant without any coercion from me. You looked at me with a smile that said “See how far I’ve come?”
I joke that getting you to eat (and even like) salad is one of my proudest achievements. But what I’m really proud about is having a husband who learned to like vegetables for the sake of his kids.
When you became a dad, you stepped up your vegetable game. Big time. You knew that if the kids were going to eat and like vegetables, they had to see us both eating them. Or maybe I told you that. Either way, you did it.
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Shredded carrots on your salad and chopped peppers in your chili was easy, but you also tackled stuff you never would’ve dreamed about touching as a kid, like asparagus and Brussels sprouts. You’ll even take a few bites of total veggie fails, like the cauliflower mashed potatoes I made that even I didn’t want to eat.
Broccoli remains the final frontier, but I get it: Most everyone has a food they downright detest. (But don’t be fooled, I’m going to keep trying.)
Sometimes when it’s a vegetable you really don’t like, you eat it first from your plate. I know that’s code for “I’m getting this out of the way”, but the kids only see you eating your vegetables.
And I know you so well that I recognize a certain style of chewing you employ when you’re just trying to get something down. It’s too subtle for the kids to notice. They only see you eating your vegetables.
They also hear you thanking me for making dinner because you do that every single night. Then they see you washing the dinner dishes.
So thank you for stepping out of your comfort zone (and in the case of those cauliflower mashed potatoes, WAY out)–not just because you know it’s important to me, but because you know that it’s important for them.
We all love you for it.
I love this! My husband was a veggie lover before we got together, so no coercion required. But we both still focus on eating them as an example for our kids. Well done, both of you!
What a reminder that lasting love isn’t usually about the big, grand, obvious gestures. It’s about the little day-to-day details – eating your veggies and knowing each other well enough to know when he’s subtly trying his best to make it through a veggie fail. š
I love this post and can COMPLETELY relate. I also started my husband out with a single leaf of lettuce on his plate when we were dating. It’s so funny to look back at now as he definitely doesn’t seem like a picky eater anymore, but I also know it’s very intentional on his part…which I so appreciate! I actually had him write a post for me recently on how he has worked to overcome his picky eating: http://www.muscleandmanna.com/confessions-of-a-picky-eater/!
This is adorable! I feel exactly the same way about my husband. Almost every time I make dinner I warn him, “It’s probably not going to be that good, I’ve never done [insert new vegetable or method here!] before” But he rips into it ravenously and tells me it’s amazing. He’s honest if it’s not great, and I appreciate both forms of feedback!
The only difference is, he and I are newlyweds and have no kids! š
This is so great! It is easy to forget about our front line supporters – our husbands who eat even our failed experiments without complaining. For me, meeting my future husband helped me transition from all day grazing to a set meal structure and sit down meals (a big deal in Spanish culture). It definitely made much easier to feed our growing family and also opened my eyes to the social aspect of sharing a meal.
I think I might have teared up a little bit, this was so beautiful! I’m a really romantic person and whenever I see people sharing a love like this (both for each other and their kids)… I don’t know, it just warms my heart, makes me so glad and excited to see there are still so many good people in the world <3
Sally, I love this! My hubs didn’t need help to learn to like his veggies, but he did teach my daughter (now 3.5) that saying “Thank You” for a homemade meal is important. Now she says “Thank you for dinner, Mama” without any prompting, and it just melts my heart when she does it. š