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17 January Eating EggplantOne of the things I love about Robert is that he is not finicky about food. Being around Iranian men most of my life, I thought that all men are overly critical of the food being served to them and certainly did not look forward to that part of marriage. Not that I think it is a woman's duty to make food at all times, but it generally falls on women's shoulders. Plus, Robert makes a great barbecue, but other than that he is clueless in the kitchen. I love the guy though because, god bless his soul, he will eat just about anything I serve him and will thank me. I can pick up chinese food on my way home and Robert would thank me like I have been slaving for hours in the kitchen. I love the guy. Well, I said he eats just about anything. Anything execpt eggplants. He hates eggplants. He says it is not the taste so much as the texture. The problem is I love eggplants and I can't understand how anyone can not love them. My mission eversince we got married has been to make Robert love eggplants and so far I am failing. I always try to mush them up and disguise them in the middle of a dish with lots of spices and then serve them to Robert. I love watching him eat eggplant. He is cute like a baby. He is enjoying his meal, smiling through it and chomping away until he bites into the eggplant piece. Then his happy face suddenly changes into a frown and he says protestingly, "is that an eggplant in my food?" and when I smile and confirm, he'll still eat it but grudgingly. I love my husband, eventhough he doesn't love eggplants. Comments (17)
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