Let me start by telling you that when emails were flying back and forth and we were getting to know each other, OC told me he would eat anything. Then we end up in the same home — sharing the same kitchen, table and meals — and I discover that he doesn’t care for, or hasn’t even tasted, many of my favorite foods. I queried his, “I will eat anything,” assurance and discovered that while I was thinking in terms of preference, he was being quite literal.
Canned tuna was on OC’s list of things he’d eat if he had to, but would rather not, thank you. I don’t know about you, but tuna was a staple in our house when I was a kid. Tuna salad. Tuna casserole. Tuna sandwiches. Tuna gravy on toast. Canned tuna is good stuff. Not only that, I was thinking of fixing tuna sandwiches for lunch when OC expalined that while he would eat whatever was put before him, he would just as soon what was put before him not be canned tuna.
Okay. Note to self, be more careful about how you phrase questions in the future.
So for the last couple of months I have had tuna a time or three when OC wasn’t joining me for my meal, but the time finally came — the Thursday evening before our weekend trip to the grocery store — when I had nothing else to prepare for his work lunch. I emptied a can and made my favorite sandwich spread. I decided that if OC hated it he could buy lunch on campus and I would have enough tuna for my next couple of lunches.
So that night just before dinner — before dinner so that if he hated it he’d have something to eat to clean the taste from his mouth — I offered him a bit of my tuna spread. He stared at it suspiciously and asked what was in it. I told him. He frowned, but agreed to taste it — and his eyes lit up like Christmas. Still he nonchalantly said, “It’s okay I guess.”
Pft. It’s more then okay. He likes it. When pressed he reluctantly admitted as much.
Until I talked to OC, I thought everyone ate tuna my way … tuna, chopped onions, dill pickle relish, a dash of pepper and mayo to taste (or Miracle Whip for those of you who need sugar in everything). Now I find that’s not so . . . So, what’s in your tuna spread?