If you’ve been reading for a while, you may have realized that hubby has a few quirks. If you’re new here… let it be known, hubby has more than a few quirks!
A while back I posted about how, when I met hubby, there were about 3 things that circulated through his consumption menu. Little by little we’ve introduced him to additional foods. Many of these foods have gone from “I’d never, ever eat that”, to “WOW, this is fantastic and I could probably eat it every single day”. Or, “WOW, these are good! I think this is one of my new favorite things.” (For your enjoyment: here’s a link to an older post about hubby’s introduction to sushi & shredded pork) But, even after hubby has realized that it’s good to have an open mind and that occasionally you may actually be introduced to something new that’s awesome, there are still some food battles I cannot seem to win.
The specific battle I’m talking about is Work vs Reward foods.
Now, if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’re not alone because when hubby first told me of this life mantra, I was all like “Huh? That doesn’t even make any sense!” But if you know me at all, then you also know that I utter that phrase weekly, if not daily, when I’m talking to hubby.
So, let me explain. Apparently there are foods out there in the universe that require “too much work” to eat. These foods also apparently provide “too little reward” as compared to the energy required for consumption. Yeah, I don’t really get it either. I mean, if we’re talking about shucking oysters then maybe I can get on board with that statement…. BUT, we’re not talking about oysters. We’re talking about, oh let’s say, corn on the cob. Yes, corn on the cob. This is one item on hubby’s list of foods he won’t eat because it “requires too much work”.
It’s not uncommon for me to stop at the farmers market during the summer to buy some amazing, fresh corn on the cob. We do after all live in Jersey and Jersey (for those of you that don’t know this) is known for some awesome fresh, & sweet corn on the cob. Anyhow, I’ve learned over the years to only buy as much corn as I can personally eat. Because when I cook dinner I only make one ear of corn for myself since hubby will not eat it!
Here’s a summer conversation with hubby from early in our relationship.
Me: with much excitement “Hey babe.. I bought some corn on the cob today… it looks fantastic”
Hubby: “Yeah, that’s nice.”
Me: “You don’t like corn on the cob?”
Hubby: “No, not really…”
Me: “Is this like the time you told me you don’t like pickles?”
Hubby: “Nope, it’s not like that”
Me: “Cause you know…. After you tried the pickles, you decided you loved them”
Hubby: “Yes, I know I loved the pickles but this is not the same. I don’t like corn on the cob”
Me: “What do ya mean, you ‘don’t like it’ ? You like corn, I’ve seen you eat it!?”
Hubby: “Yeah, I like corn, but I don’t eat corn on the cob”
Me: utterly confused “I don’t get it. You do realize it’s the same thing right?”
Hubby: “It’s not the same thing at all. Corn on the cob is work. Eating should not require work”
Me: “Ok, you’ve lost me here. Eating corn on the cob is work?”
Hubby: “Yes, you have to bite off all the corn, then some of it gets stuck in your teeth. It’s a pain in the ass and it’s so not worth the effort!”
Me: “You’re crazy, you know that?
Hubby: “I may be, but I’m a crazy person who doesn’t eat corn on the cob!”
Just for the record… I did actually offer to cut off the corn kernels from the ear of the corn (just like you would for a little kid!), but somehow this is an unacceptable solution to his aversion to corn on the cob. So, from this day forward I only buy 1 or 2 ears and I happily eat them while hubby goes without any vegetables.
This Work vs Reward issue extends far beyond corn on the cob.
It also applies to any type of ribs. Apparently there’s “not enough meat on the bone” to enjoy a rack of ribs. You get “too messy & not enough food” for all the effort you need to put into them. And, of course, running really close in second (or 3rd) place is a similar item (generally loved by most men).. buffalo wings on the bone. Now, I’m not sure how many men out there would be too bothered to shove a hot wing into their mouth and pull off all the chicken but for hubby, this particular item falls into the too messy & too little reward category.
I think this life mantra does indeed trickle into other areas of our home..(although he’s never said it out loud)
- I think it might be too much work to make the bed.
- It could possibly be too much work to wipe crumbs off the counter
- It’s definitely too much work to fold laundry
I actually don’t know which measurement tool accurately assesses work vs reward, but hubby seems to be confident that his work vs reward meter is accurate.
If you ask me however…. I’m not 100% sure that hubby’s tool is calibrated properly.
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