I absolutely love my husband! He calms me down and keeps me grounded...Usually.
The one area of "opportunity" would be the sheer horror he creates within in me regarding food safety.
Granted, I want my family safe from bacteria and food born illness. But given my aptitude for fear and his knowledge of all things food related, it can be a recipe for starvation and disaster.
It started with chicken...for the first 4 years of our marriage I refused to cook chicken...Why...
Salmonella, of course!
Then, when Paul finally figured out I wasn't cooking chicken because of fear, he gave me helpful strategies so that I could cook chicken fear free.
This involved the cone of safety, half a container of antibacterial wipes, and chicken that in the end could be used for shoe leather...BUT IT WAS COOKED.
Time has corrected this issue, and I am happy to report my family enjoys moist chicken...most of the time.
With the latest food born disaster, peanut butter has become my nemesis.
Paul lovingly emails me the latest products that I am to avoid like the plague at the store. Let me tell you the list has become too long to count. There are products I have never even heard of on the list.
During my most recent shopping trip, I rounded the corner to the snack aisle. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was paralyzed with fear...I didn't have the list...I didn't want to buy anything for fear of death by Salmonella...
We still live in America right?
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