I've long been accused of being a bossy type, by family and friends.They say bossy, I say authoratative. My kindergarden teacher wrote in my report card that I'd either be a CEO or dictator of an island nation. Oscar knew my bossiness was part of the deal when we married. Sometimes, my bossiness is softer, and more subtle.
We were watching a bad French movie (Happenstance) in bed late one night this week. My stomach had been growling because I'm eating more fruit and veggies, with smaller portions for all meals. It gives me a headache and rumbling stomach, but the Food Baby must be tamed. I paused the movie, and leaned over to Oscar.
"Hmmm. Aren't you hungry?" I said sweetly.
"Why, are you?"
"I can hear your stomach!" he said, somewhat shocked at the loud noises. "What do you want... chocolate?" He knows me well, but no.
"Don't we have some cheese? And there's pita..." I said.
He sighed and dutifully got up to prepare a plate, and told me to keep watching the movie because it wasn't good, anyways. Five minutes passed. He sure was taking his time getting that cheese out! A few more minutes passed by. I could hear him going through our cabinets, and wondered what was taking him so long.
Imagine my surprise when he came into our room with a full plate of cheese, salami, pita, and a side of mustard. It wasn't the ingredients that caused me to smile, it was how beautifully he had arranged them. The plate looked straight out of a food magazine! I was shocked because he's never ever done this. He usually rips and tears bread and lets hunks of cheese sit in, well, big hunks.
I'm the garde manger hound in the house, but it's clear he's been paying attention. Everything had great flow, from the way he stacked the perfect pita triangles to the "S" shape line of salami slices. Even the cheese was cut uniformly and arranged just so. If I had a digital camera handy, I would've taken pictures.
"Wow!" I said.
He smiled, and joined me in bed. We kept looking at each other as we ate, smiling. I'd plant kisses on his lips and face as I squealed with delight. This probably sounds sappy and silly, but I felt loved and cared for as I looked at the plate. It was clear Oscar put in major effort, and was rightfully proud. I liked this new trick of his, for sure.