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Overheard: My Brave Husband

As I was preparing dinner my husband cautiously approached. He walked slowly as if attempting to grab a rattlesnake by surprise. Still, he smiled as he said:

HIM: Honey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this, but I didn’t want to talk about it too close to the event. You know, so please don’t take it personally.

ME: [going cold, thinking there is horrific news to be had] Uh, okay.

HIM: Well. It’s about dinner. You know, when you make pasta it’s a little rubbery.

ME: [relieved beyond belief and giggling a little, my marriage is fine] Rubbery?

HIM: Yes, it’s like you put down a bowl of rubber bands with glue on it. It used to be good, but something bad has happened to your pasta lately.

ME: It’s the same as I’ve always made it. I guess I can start buying another brand.

HIM: Honey if you want, I can buy you a pasta machine or something. Maybe that will make it better?

This ends the tale of how our favorite Italian restaurants stay in business.

6 thoughts on “Overheard: My Brave Husband”

  1. It took me a long time to learn the art (and benefit) of cooking ala dente’ Have lived that conversation with husband, kid #1 and even kid #2. Kid #3, she is smarter than to approach me. she just started cooking her own more often! :)

    Love your stuff!

  2. it’s because I’m cooking it too long? Really?

    Oh gosh, I am going to try again, but maybe for lunch, when he’s not home. I always thought the minutes on the box were a suggestion.

  3. Jessica – if you’re cooking a noodle, try the cabinet trick. If you sling a spaghetti noodle to the cabinet & it sticks, it’s ready.

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