Last night, after the baby went down to sleep, my wife and I enjoyed a lovely dinner of raviolis with goat cheese and roasted red peppers, plus some fried mushrooms with a three-cheese dip.
As we were mathematically divying up the mushrooms, 6, 7, 8, our hands met as we both went to grab our ninth and final fried treat. On the baking sheet was two mushrooms, one large and robust and the other, tiny and pathetic. I grabbed the large mushroom and my wife settled for the runt.
"I was going to give you the bigger mushroom anyway."
"Well, I'm twice your weight so I think that makes sense given our daily caloric intake tables."
"But, you know I love mushrooms more than you, so that should count for something." My wife had a point. Or did she?
"Honey, I know that you're a very vocal fan of mushrooms. Maybe I don't express myself in the same way as you, but I consider myself a mushroom-lover as well."
"But I always say how much I love mushrooms," she replied.
"So does that mean that you love them more than me? Should I spend more time talking-up mushrooms? Do I need to get a canvas, paint a giant mushroom and hang it in our living room."
"Maybe you should", she said.
"I love West Virginia football. When I go to a game and sit next to a face-painter, does that make him a bigger fan than me, because he goes the extra mile to show his support?"
"Just eat your huge mushroom and drop it."
"Thanks, by the way, for giving me the huge mushroom. If it makes you feel any better, I just squirted fried mushroom juice down my shirt when I bit into it."
I'm not sure what the point of the mushroom story is. I don't believe there's any deeper meaning than what's on the surface. But I would like to point out that my wife loves mushrooms, and, even though I don't always say it, so do I.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
For the Love of Mushrooms
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2 comments:
Woah buddy! I can't believe you took the bigger one! When we were younger, Dad used to make his sauteed mushrooms and Mrs. Undaground and I would squabble over who got more. Now, mind you, she was potentially taking nourishment from her 11 year younger sister...
maybe I am glad you got the bigger one. It's just mushroom karma!
but I do think she may love mushrooms a little more than you. I think I am on-par with her love, if not higher.
Shananigans!!!, lil sis in law. Has Mrs. Undaground ever blogged about her love of mushrooms??!? I'm going out on a limb, but my guess is no. This blog is read by millions of people in over 10,000 countries. The Undaground just broadcast his love for mushrooms in one post to more than the Mrs. has in 30 lifetimes.
PS. You should have gave your wife the damn mushroom, what's the matta wit you!!?
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