Husband Number One

How is it possible? Sixty years? Ouch. I shudder to remember those first attempts in the kitchen. At that time, the kitchen was “hands off” to men. I began cooking at age fifteen. But only desserts and breakfast food. I could make biscuits, cornbread, pie crust, and fried potatoes, eggs, ham, or pork chops. But I loved everything from fish to sauerkraut and fried okra. He is extremely allergic to fish. He loved steak. The year was 1954. A thick T-Bone steak at the grocery could be had for 60 cents. In our first year of marriage, we ate a lot of steak. He would eat only potatoes and corn, with his steak. I still love baked potatoes, but soon grew tired of corn, and hungered for veggies. Time changes everything. He now eats anything but fish. No problem. When we dine out, I order fish. If I haven’t cooked sauerkraut recently, he will say, “I think I’ll go get some Polish Sausage and sauerkraut. He brings it home, then goes to work in the kitchen. His tastes almost as good as mine. He even makes the cornbread and stewed potatoes.