There’s one thing about Mr. SGCC that drives me absolutely nuts. (Well, there’s actually more than one thing, but that’s a story for another day.) He suffers in silence. That is to say that, when he doesn’t like something, he usually just sucks it up and doesn’t say anything. This especially applies to food. I know this because over the past twenty something years, I have made and remade several dishes that he didn’t really like, yet he never said so – until maybe the tenth time I served it. Case in point: When we were first married, I used to cook a lot of spaghetti squash. I served it like pasta with tomato sauce, sautéed in butter, swimming in broth… You get the picture. I loved it. He didn’t. But, he never actually told me that he didn’t like spaghetti squash until years later, when it just kind of came up in conversation.
Imagine how awful I felt learning this little nugget of information after years of shoving pounds of spaghetti squash in his face! I had no idea!
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I asked incredulously.
“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” was his response.
Admirable intentions. Poor execution.
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