Wonderhubby doesn't like strawberries.
He doesn't like peaches either.
Or any other kind of berry, for that matter.
Or apricots, nectarines or plums.
I could go on, but I think you get the idea.
Some of it is a texture issue (bananas) or a seeded outside problem (strawberries) or just the flavor (peaches), but when we first started dating, I was flabbergasted.
I had never met anyone who just. didn't. like. fruit.
Oh, apples are good. And oranges. And pineapple.
But come at him with anything more adventurous than pears and you are guaranteed "the face."
You know the face. The scrunched-up EWWWWWWWWWW face. (Why, yes, he IS my sixth child, why do you ask?)
On one of our first dates, he took me to Baskin-Robbins for ice cream. It was December or January, and my fave-rave seasonal flavor was available: Winter White Chocolate. I was happily eating my cone and offered him a bite.
You would have thought that I had poisoned him.
"UGH," he gagged. "FRUIT!"
Uh, yeah. Fruit. Sorry, dude. Who knew?
One night I cooked dinner at his place. I brought everything with me. Salmon. Asparagus. Potatoes. And the fixings for chocolate fondue.
As it turned out, we never got around to the fondue, but when I mentioned what I had brought, he asked uncertainly, "What were you going to dip into the chocolate?"
"Strawberries," I said (duh!), "and bananas and marshmallows and ..."
"You KNOW I don't like that stuff, right?"
Uh, apparently not.
Fast forward a few years of wedded bliss.
He has learned to live with blueberries. The blender of looooooooooove has expanded his palate.
Which brings us to a case of yogurt recently purchased at Costco. Twenty-four little cups of yogurt: vanilla, blueberry and strawberry, stored on the bottom shelf of the garage fridge.
Every morning I would walk into the garage and find the carton gradually emptying.
And an ever-increasing line of strawberry yogurts on an upper refrigerator shelf.
Yes, Wonderhubby had picked out all the vanilla and blueberry cartons and left me the strawberries.
Which is fine. I LIKE strawberry yogurt.
But I also like vanilla and blueberry -- and a little variety in my world.
When I confronted the little devil with his misdeeds, he laughed.
"I'm looking out for your health," he said. "Antioxidants and all."
Nice try, dude. The antioxidants are in the BLUEBERRIES, too.