Tuna Surprise

Before we got married we had made up our minds to find something each day to laugh at (I’ll get to that later). So our first year of marriage we seemed to find lots of things to laugh about.

There’s a quote I love, from a lady whose lovely, that goes something like this

During that first year I quickly learned I loved having my own kitchen and finding things to create in said kitchen. I tried lots and lots of new things. And even made up a few of my own.

Enter Tuna Surprise.

For some reason we had a number of cans of tuna so in my efforts to be resourceful I decided to find a way to use them. While I don’t remember the exact recipe I made up I know it involved tuna, tomatoes and pasta. While it didn’t taste awful it was by no means a “keeper.” The real surprise came in putting our leftovers in the fridge and the next day they had doubled. Try as we might we never could work our way all the way through that Tuna Surprise.

The next food related laughter came when I was trying my hand at being domestic by inviting David’s sister and her family down for a dinner. I made quite a spread and ended it with a made from scratch or what I thought then was scratch which was in fact just out of a can pumpkin pie. I had never made pumpkin pie before so I have to admit I was a bit nervous when we cut into it. Being a loving wife I handed the first slice over to my new husband. He took one bite and the look on his face said it all. Or at least I thought it did.

Here’s the thing. David. Can. Not. Hide his feelings and thoughts from his face. If someone is speaking in church and misquotes something I’ll know right away from the look on his face. It’s just who he is. He can’t keep secrets (for very long at least) and he can’t hide his facial expressions.

So when he bit into that pumpkin pie and had “the look” I knew something must be wrong. Everyone else started trying theirs and they all said it tasted good, like a pumpkin pie was supposed to taste. David’s problem? He’d never had a pumpkin pie sans whipped cream. Once he had whipped cream on his it tasted right to him and he dropped “the look.”

It’s was too late, though. I was scarred.