Love in the Time of Cauliflower

Marriage is a lot like food. You have to nourish it with fresh, wholesome goodness, trim off the stale parts, toss out anything going rancid and unpleasant, add a loving dose of sugar and, of course, sass it up with spice. I've been married just over seven years to a wonderful husband, David Ransom. I never worry about the infamous "Seven Year Itch." David is loyal and protective like a dog. In fact my real dog, Sazerac, is quite jealous of him. But, we are going through the Seven Year Switch. You know how in some marriages spouses end up sleeping in separate bedrooms because someone snores and kicks the other one? Well, my husband recently suggested that it may be time for separate refrigerators. Some marriages are tested in the bedroom; ours is being tested in the kitchen. You see, I've switched to a healthier diet, and David is a man-eater. I have taken the vow of eating cleaner food and even started cooking wholesome dishes (contrary to my earlier life). David is flirting with the concept of healthy eating and he certainly accommodates my desires to eat better. But he's just not married to it. We are a modern day Mr. and Mrs. Spratt -- one eats fat; the other eats lean. He accepts the flavorful, vegetarian dishes we now eat in solidarity with my desire to stay healthy after cancer. He seems amused and titillated (sort of and sometimes) at my efforts to cook. When we started dating I stored shoes in my unused city oven and lived on dining out and takeout. He rearrang...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news