The Man Way the Woman Way:Dinner
I am a foodie, a glorified living breathing, focused driven, food maven. I love everything about food and beverage. It’s a passion in line with travel for me. So I try and combine the two whenever possible. That way I am living in my ultimate happy dream state when they coincide.
My husband on the other hand is NOT a foodie and he likes to travel but does not have the desire for it that I do. Oh he goes, and he eats, and he enjoys, but neither are his passion.
Sometimes I sit back and contemplate, just how my happy dream state might not actually coincide with my husbands happy dream state. In that mine is this happy state of bliss and his closer to maybe a nightmare at times courtesy of yours truly.
It’s ok we both grasp this about each other and are perfectly comfortable in our discomfort. It’s not like we are newlyweds in a constant state of wedded bliss. We get it.
So when it comes to dinner my idea is this wonderful experience complete with wine of course. It looks somewhat like this.
My husbands his is more like this.
You can see where the two might collide. His idea is more in line with what I like to refer to it as hospital food. Get the can open it and cook it until the item is close to mush. Put salt and pepper on it and it is good to go. Pile a bunch on the plate and there it is dinner. Oh I forgot throw a piece of meat next too it and some canned biscuits. It’s DINNER. The man way.
His idea of dinner at home consist of a salad, a piece of meat, canned vegetables, and those beautiful canned biscuits. This is perfectly acceptable according to him. Now I am not talking the fluffy nice canned biscuits but the 20 cent canned biscuits that look like a hockey puck. Oh wait my gosh there .89cents.
Any way this is his idea of a fine dinner. Cut of meat are you kidding! No concept here. It’s all the same to him.
Now as you can imagine this idea does not fit into my dream. As a matter of fact this is close to my own nightmare. When traveling this is the last thing I want to see. Yet, he is like a heat seeking missile focused on these type of places. Buffet or the one with the store inside;his favorite. A must stop anytime we are traveling in the US. Now I like the store inside but I can open a can as well as anyone. I just prefer not too.
This is where his man way and my woman way conflict.
You see my idea is simply on a completely different scale. I like to experience food and embrace every little nuance that surrounds it. I want to experience aroma, texture, color, and presentation. It’s my woman way. So for dinner I often love to be the consummate cook and often I wait until my husband the man is gone to create some of my finest meals.
I love to shop at the local farmers market, or an organic market. I prefer nice cuts of meats grass-fed preferred. I like the occasional wild game and love to add wine to anything I am cooking. No can’s opened on my watch. I like sweetly inspired ingredients of the nicest quality, and a nice bottle of wine to finish off the meal.
It’s relaxing, it’s peaceful, and it completes my idea of dinner.
This week my husband has been traveling for work and not at home at our little 5th wheel little love nest. He is in Durango, Colorado responding to the toxic river spill. Sad really but that’s another story for another day.
I took this opportunity to indulge in not only winery visits but to create some new dinner experiences. These are the moments I can be the most creative. Pan Seared Buffalo with a Cabernet Shallot Reduction Sauce and Sweet Potato Apricot Fritters with Peach Salsa and drizzled with a Chipotle lime sauce and served with Alcantara Vineyards 2013 Petite Sirah. Exquisite, divine and completely wonderful.
This is my idea of dinner! Compliments of Travel with T the luxury minimalist and the “Woman’s Way”. No canned biscuits in sight, no vegetables that come out of a can, and nothing piled high on top of a plate. Bon Appetite!
So if you happen to see us at that place with the store in it known for what it calls home-style country flavor, know that it is the man way that won out. I gave in because marriage is compromise, love, and understanding or maybe it was because of the shopping.