It shouldn't have been an issue. Just last night we went out to our Valentine's dinner, and he ordered the scallops. The description for scallops said "ask your server how today's selection is prepared." But he just ordered them without asking. So I said, "don't you want to know how they are prepared?" He says, "no. I just want them." Well, his scallops were fantastic. His risk was well worth it.
But then he started asking questions about my slider dinner. "So we're having sliders?" he asked. I told him "sort of." Him: "What do you mean?" Me: "Don't worry, it will be good." Him: (and this is where he makes NO sense) "You have to tell me what we're having. Nobody wants to have a surprise dinner and not know what it is."
I kindly reminded him of the NIGHT BEFORE where he did want a surprise dinner. He just laughed. but then he made me tell him. So I told him we were having Turkey burgers. (Yes - a variation from Jane's recipe… but my grocery store's choices were limited.)
"Turkey burgers?! Do you know I HATE turkey burgers?!" Okay friends… I'm pretty confident my husband has never had turkey burgers in his 29 years of life. This is not the first time he has hated something before he tried it. I just tried to convince him it would be fine, and to relax. Which he did not. He was already planning what kind of cereal he would have after my disaster dinner.
Then he comes in the kitchen while I'm cooking and mentions, "Well, it does smell pretty good." Because it did - it was the turkey burgers cooking. You know, the ones he HATES.
Then the moment of truth. He takes a bite and begins chewing.
I watch as a little smile creeps on his face. He turns to me and starts nodding. Imagine that. The man who HATES turkey burgers is enjoying my little sliders.
I can't contain my enthusiasm :)
He wanted to know all about them. And requested that we have them again. And I just smiled a smile of victory.
It made MY turkey burger sliders taste even better.
So here's some pictures… and if you want to try these little morsels yourself, check out the recipe at Admissions of a Suburban Philosopher. Easy and delicious.
