The Tamale Incident
I promised this story about a tamale from my previous pregnancy days a few posts back so here it is.
One night as my husband and I came down to the kitchen to rustle up some dinner he spied some tamales in the fridge. I knew the tamales were at least two weeks old and I told him they were too far gone to eat. Since we both worked full time we obviously didn't have a lot of time to clean out the fridge. Well, as he held up the package of tamales he stated that he thought they looked fine and he was going to eat them. I again told him he couldn't eat them because they were undoubtedly rancid. If he did eat them he would get a bad case of food poisoning. He eschewed my arguments and started to reach for the offending tamales. I intercepted and grabbed the tamales like a crazed lunatic and in my fury I opened the back door and I pitched the tamales as hard as I could into the back yard. I turned to him and hollered, "YOU WILL NOT EAT THE TAMALES!".
I promptly burst into tears and if memory serves me correctly we then went out to dinner.
One night as my husband and I came down to the kitchen to rustle up some dinner he spied some tamales in the fridge. I knew the tamales were at least two weeks old and I told him they were too far gone to eat. Since we both worked full time we obviously didn't have a lot of time to clean out the fridge. Well, as he held up the package of tamales he stated that he thought they looked fine and he was going to eat them. I again told him he couldn't eat them because they were undoubtedly rancid. If he did eat them he would get a bad case of food poisoning. He eschewed my arguments and started to reach for the offending tamales. I intercepted and grabbed the tamales like a crazed lunatic and in my fury I opened the back door and I pitched the tamales as hard as I could into the back yard. I turned to him and hollered, "YOU WILL NOT EAT THE TAMALES!".
I promptly burst into tears and if memory serves me correctly we then went out to dinner.
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