A couple of mornings ago, I had just come in from a cold run and was putting around my mother-in-law’s house, eating a big slice of carrot cake. (Gotta refuel, right?)
The hubs approached and requested a bite. I acquiesced, and raised the slice toward his mouth. What happened next was nothing short of shocking. He went in for his bite, and centered his jaw right over the mound of puffy white cream-cheese frosting.
I gasped in horror. Is he really going to eat the frosted top right off of my cake? Really?? “Hey!” I snapped. “You can’t do that! That’s not frosting neutral!”
But it was too late. He took the money bite, right out of my sweaty, napkin-covered hand.
As angry as I was, left standing there with a naked piece of carrot cake, I was more disappointed. That I am married to a person who would do such a thing. And it got me thinking about all of my other food-related pet peeves, so many of which crop up during the holidays.
For example, the hubs is also a trail mix picker.
You know: the person who hovers over the bowl, looking to spot the M&M’s or chocolate chips or whatever little treat is mixed in there, then digs through with his greedy little fingers and plucks out all of the tasty bits, leaving everyone else with a pile of peanuts and dates. Don’t be this person. Just take a blind handful and move on.
Or what about the person who “accidentally” takes all of the toppings from your piece of pizza?
Get a knife and cut it if you’ve got magnetic mozzarella on your hands. Because no one likes a sad slice of sauce-on-crust.
Or, my personal favorite, the cheese digger.
People. We all know that wedge of Brie or Camembert has a rind – a nasty rind that no one really wants to eat. That doesn’t give you license to burrow your cheese knife into the soft, creamy center and scrape out all of the good stuff. Slice it on to your own plate and then pick it apart!
Whew. It feels good to get that off my chest. And yes, I realize that I sound rather nutty and OCD. I’m okay with that. Now if only I could get the hubs to understand the importance of frosting neutrality. I fear it’s something we’ll never be able to agree on. In the meantime, though, I’m keeping him away from my cupcakes.
Today’s EAT: Speaking of frosting….
Cute, right? I popped at least three coconut jellybeans in my mouth for every one that went on the roof. (And for the record: tiling a gingerbread roof with bisected jellybeans is an extremely arduous and time-consuming task.)
Today’s DRINK: Nothing but water and lots of hot tea up in here. I’m excited to be reunited with my wine rack tomorrow, though!
Today’s RUN: A COLD five miler. 13 degrees and close to zero with the wind chills…brrrr. It was hard to get out the door, but after about ten minutes I was toasty warm! I wore: tights, a long-sleeve tech shirt, a short-sleeve tech shirt, a light jacket, and a fleece hat. (No gloves. I rarely wear gloves. Even when it’s super cold, I end up getting annoyed with them and ditching them after a couple of miles. I think I have extra-sweaty hands!)
Today’s QUESTION: How do you eat cake – frosting first, frosting last, or frosting neutral? And what are your food pet peeves?