Dinner tonight was to be chicken and veggies with rice. Since I forgot to thaw out the chicken the night before (opps) J decided that he would have leftovers well I still wanted my veggies and rice. Lately, I’ve been experimenting with the morning farms chicken strips to get more protein in my diet. I decided to add that to my meal, they are great. As I’m stirring the rice and dishing out my own platter J comes up behind me and steals my tofu chicken so it’s on the way to his mouth and I freeze. I’m in shock my husband is eating tofu. “you know that’s my chicken right?” (Like he could possibly be mistaken in the matter). “it’s not bad” my jaw hit the floor, I literally didn’t know what to do. So after a few minutes I get over my shock and dish out my dinner and let him do the same. I go sit with my food and J comes and he’s got MORE tofu on his plate... He at the tofu I was going to have for lunch as leftovers.
For those who don’t know my pork, I mean meat, loving husband. He teases me relentlessly about my vegetarian ways. I used to cook him nice dinners for editing my school papers (I know I should have him edit these as well). The first nice dinner I made was a great meal completely vegetarian of course. The salad comes out and he says “looks nice where’s the bacon?” as he examines every inch of the bowl for signs of his beloved bacon. He loved every dish of the meal and asked for bacon with every one (yes that includes desert). At the next meal I served and abundance of bacon - we all had a great time making fun of J.
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