What's in an Egg

Conversations in our household, at least the ones centered around food, are often not safe for outside viewing.  I figured that it would be safe to post about it though since no one here will see it anyway.   

As a bit of a forward it's worth mentioning that when it comes to food Jason and I are about as near to polar opposites as we could possibly be.  He's a meat and cheese kind of guy, with strict guidelines, even within those boundaries.  When we are invited to dinner it's not uncommon for people to call with the menu and ask if Jason will eat it.  Little does he know that when I'm the one answering these questions I always say he's fine with it, in hopes that the increased exposure to food will toughen him up.  In a painfully slow amount of time this approach appears to be working,  the other day he actually bought a new kind of cheddar cheese.  Well, I said painfully slow, didn't I.         

Me:  "What do you want for breakfast?"
J:  "Tacos"  (This or pizza, is always the answer to this question - seriously - always)
Me:  "It's breakfast.  How about I make huevos rancheros?"
J:  "What are those?"
Me:  "What you don't know can't hurt you."

Half and hour later when he's out of the shower. 

J:  "How are the tacos going?"
Me:  "They're going great."

As we sit down at the table.

J:  "What's in this?"  (This is the question he asks every time we aren't eating tacos or pizza - again, completely serious)
Me:  "It's a tortilla with beans and sausage, eggs, then melted cheese and salsa.  It'll be good."
J:  ***Fork goes to mouth - grimace***
Me:  "What's the problem? 
J:  "The eggs.  I can't eat them."
Me:  "Why not?  They're just eggs."
J:  "Yeah, but I don't like eggs like this."
Me:  "You eat omelette's all the time dear and they're the same eggs."
J:  "These are different."
Me:  "I'm the one that makes the omelette's and I can assure with a fair amount of certainty that these are the exact same kind of eggs."
J:  "They're a different color."
Me:  "So, what you're actually saying is that if I put the eggs in the bottom of a pan and wrapped them around the exact same stuff, called it an omelet and put salsa on top then it'd be okay?"
J:  "Maybe."
Me:  "Stop talking before the urge to kill you becomes too strong."

I ate the eggs and they were fine.

Comments

[Sara]

Oh my God that is funny. MEN!

[Liz]

I know I find it a lot more funny now than I did at the time. At the time it was most certainly not funny! :o)

[J]

sigh. men *dramatic eye roll*

[Liz]

Uh-huh...

[Jennifer]

Oh wow. This brings back memories of my ex. He would eat chili. He would eat cheese. He would eat peppers. BUT when I stuffed peppers with chili, tossed some cheese on top and roasted them he WOULD. NOT. TOUCH. THEM.

Needless to say my husband will eat just about anything - I don't know how I lived before he came along! :) Keep trying...baby steps!

[Liz]

Baby steps is right! He is getting better though and the process is teaching me patience or at the very least anger management. :o)