o.k., so I don't need to remind everyone that I decided to go back to school last January, and that I have three kids to take care of, and was doing the night school thing. And studying when I could because I had to try and get the house in order and have dinner ready for everyone while I was gone.
A wonderful friend of mine, Angela, told me this Fall that she and her husband have sandwich night at least once a week- and that maybe I could suggest a sandwich night one of the nights that I have class to make things a bit easier on myself. Suggest I did. And it didn't take. I believe they were ordering pizzas, so I put a stop to that.
But tonight, after Sebastian went to the grocery store :0 (he doesn't normally do the shopping, hee-hee), he came home with a receipt totalling $81.00!!!!!
That may seem normal for the weeks worth of groceries. We have no meat. No meat. No chicken. No beef. No steak.
Wait, now we have steak. Three itty-bitty steaks (that he payed WAY TOO MUCH FOR, and I told him that I could have gotten much more and better quality at Sam's), some lunch meat, bread, milk, apples, and banannas. And name brand peanut butter.
I was kind. And I let him know that I was glad that he was able to see first hand how much groceries cost and that buying store brands could save up to $1500 (or more) a year. And that I was very thankful that he did the grocery shopping ((for the next two days..)) And then he wanted to go and get some take-out.
I put my foot down.
I said, "oh no. after we just spent $81.00 at the store, there has got to be something that we can make. like sandwiches."
He didn't look happy. And my husband is this, gotta have a meal for dinner , counting all his grams of protein intake , worse kindof-health nut than I am. So I felt pity on the poor soul. I busted out the olive oil and brushed two sides of bread. I added meats and cheese and popped them in the oven to toast. And while that was working, I sliced tomatos and seasoned them, and then slawed some lettuce. I assembled our sandwiches and sliced them diagonally and placed them strategically on a plate with some pickle.
He was in heaven.
Hello, sandwich night. Welcome. Welcome. Please, stay.
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WOW! That is awesome - I mean not all of it but the part where you made lemons into freaking DIAMONDS... getting your way forever MORE and making him happy and making your point.
I need to take lessons.
My husband is not health nut, that is for sure. But it drives me crazy that he wants to pick up food all the time. Last night, I wasn't feeling so hot and said I wasn't making dinner and his first comment was "well, do you want me to pick something up?" I am pretty darn sure that with all the money i spend on groceries, that there is SOMETHING in the house to eat. But, not according the the husband. I was in no mood to figure it out last night, so off he went. Grrrrr.
Men!!
My husband wants a REAL dinner. UGH. I made something easy one night...and he complained. I told him to have a bowl of cereal or shut up. It worked.
Presentation is everything - so instead of sandwiches, you can have paninis, hoagies, sloppy joes, clubs, etc. It's all in the marketing, baby, all in the marketing.
Mike made chicken fried steak - once - and I still hear about it. But to be honest, he's not overly picky although I feel like Jessica Seinfeld trying to find imaginative ways to sneak vegetables into his diet. He's skinny - I'm not. He eats fried foods, cheeseburgers, crackers, chips, etc. I eat more judiciously. So I've decided we have the perfect marriage - he eats the food and I gain the weight. But HE earns the money and I spend it! :)
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