I read an article about being married to a chef. I had to laugh because sometimes, one chef wife’s story is completely different from mine, or yours. Yet the same.
Being married to a chef means you get to try all new things. Now, I had tried my fair share of foods when we met, but my list has expanded.
1. Escargot, I tried this at the restaurant he worked at when we first started dating. Not really my cup of tea.
2. Truffles, I have tried these in many different ways. I still do not like the way anything truffles taste. It seriously tastes like poop to me, very overwhelmingly so.
3. Lengua, or tongue. Honestly, doesn’t taste bad, but I still can’t get over the look of it raw and whole. Yuck.
4. Swordfish, soo yummy!
I have actually tried a ton of different foods before dating/marrying a chef, so my list is not nearly that long. I look forward to trying all sorts of new things all the time.
What have you tried that is unusual?
Previously, I wrote about how B and I met. I was talking with some friends and I haven’t shared this part of our story.
A little backstory first: when B and I started dating, I didn’t have a car. He technically didn’t either. B bought a car, a 1993 Cadillac DeVille with a gold grill. Fancy, right? That car became Betsy. She thought she was a truck and he bought her in November 2009. We weren’t together very long but he had me put the car in my name. So we shared the car until February 2010 from different residences. Weird right?
We were living together after that and sometimes he would borrow a car from a co-worker, the night in April, I had Betsy and he had a borrowed truck. He called me to invite me to dinner at a pizza joint he liked.
I showed up and we were across the parking lot from each other. He calls me and says he thinks he burned a hole in the seat and could I come look at it? I thought this was weird because he doesn’t smoke. I went anyways.
He steps back from the truck, mind you, we are in the middle of a parking lot. On the seat is a box. He coaxes me to hold it, but I don’t open it. The next moments seem to have lasted a lifetime.
I am standing at the driver’s side door holding a ring? box. While he is dancing by the truck bed on the same side. He says “I’ve just got one question.” more dancing. I say, “uh huh.” still holding the closed box. He repeats himself and so do I, this goes on for another time except I say, “yea?”
He responds, still dancing,” will you marry me?” I actually say nothing. Instead, I open the box to find a diamond solitaire ring and slip it on my finger. I hug him, I kiss him and while still embraced, he says, “so, is that a yes?” Doh! I hadn’t said anything! Of course it was a yes!
I still laugh at that day and that moment. He never saw me slip the ring on my finger. We were in a dim parking lot at night. I still laugh that I married a wonderful man, who proposed marriage in a parking lot! If you ask him, he says it’s because that is who we are, we are one of a kind. We had late night meals, met up with each other. It has been crazy and fun and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Holy crap! Today it was 4 years ago that B and I became an official couple. A little hard to believe. So much has happened in that time!
-I lost my job as a server at the restaurant we met at.
-I started going to school again. (later I quit due to time and money)
-B took a year off from being a chef.
-We moved, 4 times. 3 different states and 4 different cities.
-We lost a cat, a dog, 2 fish, and 2 babies.
-We also have had 2 dogs, 2 fish, and 4 cats (not all at once!).
-We have been to 7 different states (Nebraska, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Texas).
-We have been to 2 different Omahas. One in Nebraska and one in Arkansas.
-We got married!
I think that is all I can think of right now. Kinda crazy that all had happened!
Plans are made! I let C’s sensai know that Friday will be her last karate class for roughly a month. She will be getting her white with yellow stripe belt on Friday! I can hardly believe it! I am so proud of her.
Also, we will be driving to Oklahoma to meet up with my in laws on Sunday. I am excited for her to go see family. We really had a chance to visit them often when we lived up there.
Oh and I know it means less now that we are married, but B and I have been together for 4 years on Friday. Kinda hard to believe! It has been rough, but I couldn’t have a better partner in this journey.
I am not sure when holidays get easier. I really shouldn’t complain too much about father’s day, it’s not even my holiday. But I do. It sucks for C. I know this. It sucks that B won’t be around when all she wished for was a daddy. And now, she can’t even celebrate it with the one she waited so long for.
It sucks for B too. He doesn’t get to spend the day with his family like we did on mother’s day. He gets stuck working a 7th day in a row instead. It’s not fair to either of them.
Last year, I think it was easier. We were closer to other family. We could at least see other people. We don’t have that luxury this year. My dad doesn’t even talk to me. I haven’t seen him since he threw our going away party. That was last year, in February.
Sometimes, holidays just make me remember how alone I really am here. I don’t know anyone here and I don’t have close family. Although even when I was closer to my family, it sometimes seemed like I was worlds apart from them.
If you can tell me when it gets easier, I would love to know. Until then, I will suck it up.