Day 20 of The Melissa Gorga Experiment, a.k.a. “The Man Cold.”
It was inevitable. With all the snot flowing from my kids’ noses the past several days, I knew that at least one of the adults was going to catch the cold.
Today, my husband woke up with a Man Cold.
It was bad timing, too, because I had plans on this particular Sunday morning- a fall soups demo at Sur la Table.
I offered him some cereal but he said that cereal was “too scratchy” for his “scratchy throat.” How silly of me. I made him oatmeal and hot tea, instead. (He swears by Throat Coat.)
After breakfast, he decided he would suffer through both his cold AND watching the two children for two hours so that I could still go. “You’d better come home with some soup!” he shouted as I left.
Once at the demonstration, it was clear that I would only be tasting soup and learning how to make it…not actually making any to bring home.
I returned home soupless and decided to take my daughter with me to the grocery store. First, I put the baby down for a nap so my husband could just relax after his taxing morning.
“I learned how to make butternut squash & apple soup and a Tuscan white bean & tomato soup,” I told my husband. “Which one would you rather me make?”
“Butternut squash soup does not count as a soup. That’s like a warm smoothie,” he said. “A soup needs CHUNKS. With MEAT.”
“Okay, dear!” I said. Chicken noodle it is!
“Oh and I also want chips. And maybe some pasta salad for lunch,” he added.
I got all the soup ingredients (and the chips and pasta salad) at the store. We decided we would have it for dinner.
“It’s better when it cooks longer,” my husband told me. (Oh, is it? Thanks for the tip.)
My husband ate his lunch and settled in to watch the Eagles game. By this time, the baby had woken up from his nap, and my daughter had gone down for her nap.
I went for a walk with the baby and the dog. The entire walk, I was thinking about how I was going to have some delicious sour cream & onion chips when I got back. I had seen the half-eaten bag sitting next to my husband. He had had his share; now it was my turn.
I came in from the walk and saw him eating the chips once again. “There better be some left,” I said, trying to control my rage.
“Oops, there’s not!” he said with a smile. “Sorry!”
“You’re joking,” I said.
“No,” he said. “I ate them.”
“ALL OF THEM?!?!” I said loudly (still not shouting, though!). “BUT I JUST BOUGHT THEM LIKE AN HOUR AGO!”
“I was hungry,” he said in a whiny voice. “When I’m sick, I get hungrier.”
To answer some questions you may have… the bag was the typical large size (certainly not a single-serving). No, my husband doesn’t typically gorge on junk food. (That is something that I do.) I have never seen him eat an entire bag of chips before. He is a very fit individual.
He offered to go buy me more chips at Wawa. The old me would have said Yes, and you better get me some ice-cream, too.
But I just gritted my teeth and said, “No, no, it’s okay. I didn’t really need those chips anyway.”
Then I handed the baby to my husband and said, “Here, watch him. I have to go upstairs to…not poop.”
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