Lentil Soup is Mental Fruit

Yesterday we spent the afternoon at my friend Allison’s house. We barbecued and had a great time. When we got home, I was still pretty full from the day, but Todd was ready for dinner soon thereafter. He suggested that he’d make us something to eat since I wasn’t so into the idea. Normally, a suggestion is as far as I let him get because he is the messiest cook on the planet. His food is tasty, though, I’ll give him that. The tastiness allows me to overlook the mess. But what’s hard to overlook is how dangerous he can be at the stove. One morning he decided to be a wonderful, loving husband and make me breakfast in bed. We ended up with a grease fire and a kitchen full of melted cooking utensils. Needless to say, I now have special Todd-proof utensils that can resist heat up to 500 degrees.

So last night when he suggested that he’d put something together I was hesitant not to hesitate, but I really wasn’t all that hungry and I really didn’t feel like making anything. And was I pleasantly surprised!

Do you know what we ate for dinner? We had a lovely meal of sautéed tofu. As you know, I’m not eating red meat, and I’m really trying to eat less of the other meat too. I buy the tofu for myself with the anticipation that maybe Todd will try a few pieces with his regular meals, but I NEVER considered that he’d actually eat it as a whole meal.

Why Todd cooking and thence eating tofu, unless at gunpoint, shocked the shit out of me:

1. Todd is a man, man. The principle of manness clearly states that tofu represents all that is soulless and evil in the world.
2. All prior statements that tofu is “fucking disgusting”, “fucking gross”, etc. lead me to believe that he actually tried tofu before and therefore had a basis for this opinion.
3. Tofu is healthy.

Honestly, I don’t know if Todd made the tofu because he just wanted to make me happy or because he thinks it’s kinda good and he wanted it. Maybe he’s just trying to support my new approach to eating. Well, whatever the reason. Thanks for dinner, babe.