Husband, as a rule, has excellent taste in food. There are exceptions, like cornmeal mush, that I won’t touch. That is traditional to his mother’s family who came from southeastern Ohio. I don’t understand it. I like polenta, but the mush his family makes isn’t like that at all. He also likes fried clams. My nonexistent gallbladder, which rebels over fried food, can’t tolerate it. The main food disagreement we have is over biscuits and gravy.
He never started eating biscuits and gravy until we moved to North Dakota. Don’t ask me why. I like biscuits. I like sausage. I just don’t like glutinous, gloppy gravy on top of them. Husband has taken to making it in secret. He says the combination of softness (from the biscuits) and the spiciness (from the sausage), all held together with the comforting gravy, is too appealing to him to give up. I noticed this week that there were bags of biscuits in the freezer I hadn’t noticed before, and he admitted he had made biscuits and gravy for breakfast, and tossed out the leftovers before I got home.
I think part of this has to do with his diabetes, and his feelings of hunger when he wakes up in the morning. He says there isn’t really isn’t anything I like that he doesn’t like, but that he finds biscuits and gravy so comforting. He blames it on the diners and truck stop cafes that he ate in while he worked on the Rez for six years.
What do you eat that your housemates won’t eat? Do you eat anything in secret? What are your comfort foods?