Comfort food from Hubby
I was still “recuperating” about four days after Hubby and I had arrived back home from a 10-day trip to visit family and to explore old and new territory.
Hubby’s query about my preference for our evening meal drew a blank. I was too tired and stiff from the previous week’s travel time in our vehicle to care.
But dear Hubby knows me better than I know myself. That can be downright aggravating, irritating and humiliating at times. It can also be endearing, encouraging, helpful and hilarious.
In this case I thoroughly enjoyed the result of his perceptiveness. He whipped up a quick and easy omelet meal. Pre-stroke, an omelet was one of my favorite comfort foods, loaded with Colby or sharp cheddar and liberally topped with Pace’s chunky salsa.
That was then. Now my post-stroke diet eliminates much that is tasty. Even though Hubby has worked to create appetizing edibles that fit the doctor’s mandate, omelets without cheese and salsa just lost their appeal.
For this meal he dressed up my omelet with colorful grape tomatoes and green onions. It was yummy. Notice that he also added smoked sausage, full of salt.
I won’t make a practice of succumbing to my love of salty foods, but I felt no guilt at indulging in comfort via taste buds that night. Even though it was a no-no, that sausage just put the final touch on my omelet meal.