I made a comment, one time only and in joking, about the quality of the food on our dinner table. The next moment I had a wet dishrag wrapped around my face, thrown in perfect form by my grandmother at the kitchen sink. Everyone, including myself and Nannie, had a great laugh and I never again made a disparaging remark about her dinner offerings.
It took me about 30 years of being married before I realized that instead of making what husband wanted or what I wanted for both of us – I could make separate dinners for both for us and we both would be happy. There is an overlap of foods we both like, but there are things each of us prefer that the does not. For example, after being a fan of frankfurters since I was a child, I developed an aversion to them after I was sick after eating them once. Rather than him not having them I make them for him and make a chicken breast patty for me, he gets fries or beans (first one I don’t particularly like, second one I will not eat) at his choice, and I make rice or macaroni for me.
Templo S.U.D. over 4 years ago
how is Gracie missing Baldo at the dinner table cheering Baldo up?
Johnnie Polo Premium Member over 4 years ago
Baldo switched from a glass of water to a can of soda mid-conversation.
Michael G. over 4 years ago
Carmen reminds me of my Aunt Carmen. Which means, in the name of even-handed justice, little girl, DUCK!
Thorby over 4 years ago
Gracie likes it; she’s shoveling it in!!
Fontessa over 4 years ago
It’s Kiss the Cook, Baldo. But you can learn from this, and never, ever criticize your beloved’s cooking in any shape, form, or fashion.
bryan42 over 4 years ago
I made a comment, one time only and in joking, about the quality of the food on our dinner table. The next moment I had a wet dishrag wrapped around my face, thrown in perfect form by my grandmother at the kitchen sink. Everyone, including myself and Nannie, had a great laugh and I never again made a disparaging remark about her dinner offerings.
pekelopan Premium Member over 4 years ago
Maybe Baldo and Calvin, from today’s Calvin and Hobbes strip, can get a Berger at McDonald’s since they both insulted the cook.
mafastore over 4 years ago
It took me about 30 years of being married before I realized that instead of making what husband wanted or what I wanted for both of us – I could make separate dinners for both for us and we both would be happy. There is an overlap of foods we both like, but there are things each of us prefer that the does not. For example, after being a fan of frankfurters since I was a child, I developed an aversion to them after I was sick after eating them once. Rather than him not having them I make them for him and make a chicken breast patty for me, he gets fries or beans (first one I don’t particularly like, second one I will not eat) at his choice, and I make rice or macaroni for me.