For today's blog, I thought I'd replay a 17-year-old ongoing "discussion" that Blair and I have going and that popped up again this weekend. It revolves around Spaghettios.
Blair enjoys the occasional can or two of Spaghettios. I have no problem with this. While I've outgrown the taste myself, I remember how much I loved Spaghettios with hotdogs (NOT meatballs - ick, blech!!) as a kid. What I question is the way he prepares them.
Spaghettios are pre-cooked so all you have to do is heat them up. Which Blair does. Then he leaves them to cool on a plate on the kitchen counter until they return to room temperature.
"If you like them cold, why not just eat them out of the can?" I ask.
"Because I like them this way," says Blair.
"Does it taste any different?" I ask.
"I'm not sure. Maybe."
"Why don't you just heat them up a little bit, just to get them warm, and then eat them?"
"It's the same thing," said Blair.
"That's my point," I say, pouncing. "Why waste time waiting for them to bubble up if you only want them a little bit warm to begin with?"
"Why does it matter to you how I eat them?" Blair counters.
"It doesn't," I say, dropping the matter.
Except we both know I'm lying. It does matter. Why, I'm not sure. But it does. Enough so that every time Blair has eaten Spaghettos in the last 17 years, we have had some variation of the above conversation.
I've been wracking my brain, trying to think if I have any similar weird food habits so I can put his behavior in perspective. But no. I keep circling back to the inefficiency of it all. It gets under my skin. But he's right. He should be allowed to enjoy his Spaghettios in any form he sees fit and I should just keep quiet about it.
Which I will.
At least until he eats them again next time.