I should've been tipped off on our first date.
After roaring up through the canyon on John's motorcycle, we stopped at some cute little diner and had Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato sandwiches.
The next day, at a different restaurant after a trip to the aquarium....BLT's again.
John is incredibly predictable when it comes to food. There is no adventure here, he sticks to the same thing. When we first began dating, I marvelled at how for dinner he ate a plain roasted chicken breast and steamed veggies every single day. Toast and honey for breakfast, a ham sandwich for lunch, accompanied with cups of milk and steaming coffee. It never changes.
Me? I'm the girl that happily will eat almost anything. I have tried kangaroo and crocodile, goat and raw oysters. Variety is my friend, and I cannot stand eating the same thing more then twice in a row. There are pictures of me in a chef hat happily creating culinary delights with my Easy Bake Oven when I was 6, and by the time I was 12 I was cooking dinner. John had no idea what he was in for.
At first he didn't believe I could cook. His mom had never cooked, his first wife didn't either. I think he was a bit jaded on the whole women cooking thing. Eventually I tired of choking down the plain chicken with veggies, and offered to make dinner.
"Ya, sure," He laughed. "Go ahead."
Armed with a recipe from the back of a box of Catelli pasta, I made a lasagne. Nevermind that I had never made lasagne before, I just was hankering for something other then chicken. That lasagne turned out to be the best lasagne I've ever made in my life.
Soon I became the chef of the house. In the past 15 years, try as I might, I haven't been able to change John's culinary tastes. Every single day, he eats:
3 pieces of toast with honey
a ham sandwhich on whole wheat with dijon mustard and green leaf lettuce
3 cups of skim milk
enough coffee to qualify him for intravenous use
a glass of V-8 juice
...and whatever I make for dinner.
The funniest thing?
We've gone on road trips and there Kevin and I sit, digging into authentic fajitas smothered in green chile, or tucking into plates of BBQ pulled pork sandwiches and baked beans, and John happily munches on a BLT. Every single day.
I think he's had a BLT in every state by now.