When it comes to food, people typically fall into two camps.
In the first camp, you have people who just gravitate toward food. They love it. They appreciate it. At the end of a long day, they want nothing more than to roll up their sleeves, pull out various ingredients, and build a masterpiece out of a meal. Their dishes are colorful and delectable. They speak poetry over what they’ve created with savory adjectives. Flaky, crunchy bread. Melted squares of creamy butter. Rich red wine. Food is not merely about consumption; it is about the experience. It can be a perfect way to show love and bring people together.
But in the second camp, you have people who are a bit hopeless when it comes to the whole food thing. You give them an “easy” recipe and they manage to botch it. Their handwritten recipes include detailed instructions on making hard-boiled eggs or cutting onions. There can be a lot of anxiety in this camp because all the opinions surrounding food these days make the whole process even more complicated.
And I, my friends, fall smack dab in the middle of the SECOND camp. If I had it my way, I’d eat the same things (bagels, tea, peanut butter and jelly, pickles, spaghetti) every. single. day. I can cook fine, but I need detailed instructions, and I’d much rather do any other thing with my time. So when I read that Day 5’s activity was to cook your husband’s favorite meal, my heart sank just a little. No favorite meals came to mind. Mike eats just about anything and I’m picky, so I mostly know meals that simply work for both of us. Like hot dogs. To make matters more complicated, I had plans to complete Day 5 on our anniversary. (Eight years! *Inserts all heart emojis in the world*) I didn’t really want to make one of our basic meals (like hot dogs), but trying something new sounded like a recipe for disaster (pun slightly intended) when I wanted the night to be special.
What I did:
I mulled over what to do for awhile. Tried to imagine what could make a meal simple and special. The answer came to me through the one thing I’ve come to love about food, which was something that became most instilled in me through Mike and friends he made in college.
Mike had an incredible group of friends whom he hung out with all the time, and these friends (1) loved cooking and (2) were good at it. They would bring a bunch of people together and make both meals and memories. Around the time Mike and I started dating, he moved in with two guys from this group, Josh and Josh. He was great friends with these guys, and also great friends with their girlfriends, Lauren and Bekah. And let me tell you… meals were their thing.
When I entered this group, I was totally intimidated. Not only because I was the new girl and these friends were the ones whose opinions mattered – friends who cared deeply for Mike and wanted the best for him – but also because they could cook! It was amazing to watch. My best contribution to group meals was usually my string of questions about how to cut a pepper or what the green stuff was they were sprinkling on top of the tacos.* Beyond that, I was mostly quiet, trying not to make a fool of myself (ever the concern of an introvert hanging out with new people) and also soaking in the stories. Because over meals, the stories came, and stories are something I love. “Remember the time when we dunked Mike in the waterway to clear his sinuses?” Nope, please tell me more! “Remember how Bekah would leave the apartment because Josh said he was tired, but then he and Mike would end up watching West Wing?” Makes sense, West Wing is awesome! “Remember when…?”
I couldn’t remember what they remembered at first, but the meals continued. We’d grill out. Group breakfasts became a tradition; first at the guys’ apartment, then later at any one of our homes. When Josh and Bekah got married, we’d have bonfires at their place. When Josh and Lauren moved away, we’d schedule for all of us to meet up at their home for drinks, dinners, and ridiculous dancing. Over time, I not only started to recognize the stories being told; I was also in them. “Remember that time we were playing Cranium and Mike hummed ‘Sweet Caroline’ to Kirsten confident that she’d know the answer right away, but it turned out Kirsten thought he was humming ‘Shine, Jesus, Shine’ much to the amusement of everyone in the room?” (True story.)
These friends of Mike’s became my friends too – the amazing, not-to-be-taken-for-granted kind. The ones who checked on how things were going as we dated. The ones (well, Josh and Josh) who were with Mike as he bought my ring, then were all for it when Mike did one of his Mike-things and decided to drive to my house from the jeweler’s and propose rather than wait for the trip to NYC he’d planned with the intention of proposing six days later. The ones who were either in or attended our wedding. The ones who we lived life with through themed cuisine Saturdays, rebel small groups, out-of town visits or FaceTime, and weekends at vacation homes for birthday celebrations. (Over the years, we’ve accumulated countless Group-On-The-Couch photos.) The ones who supported us when we felt overwhelmed at the news that we were pregnant. (The ones who were also nice enough to get pregnant either right before or right after us so we didn’t feel alone. Okay, so that probably wasn’t specifically for us… but it was a wonderful coincidence!) The ones who – to this day – check in on how things are going, hold us accountable in our marriage, look us straight in the eye and ask the hard questions, and who support and encourage us in the face of the unknown. They’ve made meals as the backdrop for our memories, and then stories are what we savor over meals.
And so I decided to make a group staple for our Day 5/anniversary dinner. A meal that honored the friends who (1) helped make food appealing because it was always about more than food, and (2) have had such a profound impact on our relationship, both before and after our wedding day. A meal that is both classic (automatically bringing back a rush of memories), and easy to make (even if I did have to learn, long ago, that this easy recipe can be ruined if you think baking soda is the same thing as baking powder):
What I learned:
(1) It’s okay to take these activities and mold them a bit to play to your strengths.
(2) I’m reminded all over again of how lucky we are for the incredible friends in our lives.
(3) Mike is still the best thing that has ever happened to me.
(4) At the rate we’re going, we should finish this 31-day challenge by mid-April of 2017.
TV Challenge Update:
We began our challenge on July 24th. We made it 3 days*. After that, we saw 3 movies, many Olympic events, and the entire season of Stranger Things, which I highly recommend.
*Mike says we probably only made it that long because we were busy.
Hello from our 9th day out of town! We’ve been in Charlotte for the past week with my family, and are spending our last couple days with Mike’s parents before heading home.
Two things we’ve learned:
- It’s basically impossible to keep up with the #31creativeways challenge while on vacation.
- It’s basically impossible to keep up with the no-TV-watching challenge while on vacation.
It’s been 4 minutes since I last watched TV, having walked away from the Lifetime movie my mother-in-law and I were getting into so I could focus my attention on finally writing this blog entry.*
*Okay, so I’m actually listening to the Lifetime movie while I write. I have to know if this movie about a girl suspicious of dating apps is going to end up being a horror film like the movie that came before it about the babysitter who wanted to destroy the perfect family. So it’s been, like, 3.5 hours since I last wasn’t watching TV.
I also haven’t given much thought to loving and encouraging Mike intentionally as we spend time with family, visit with friends, and attend midnight release parties for “the new Harry Potter book” (having read the book, I’m of the opinion that this book feels more like fan fiction than canon). And it’s been a rather unique week in which lots of discussions and prayers* revolve around the future. This means there is less loving Mike intentionally and more Mike loving me unconditionally as I occasionally fall into emotional black holes. Another blog entry for another day, am I right?
*I haven’t kept up with praying daily, but we’ve prayed together a couple times this past week. That’s something! It’s hard for me to pray when Mike and I are working through things together and I don’t see his point of view. Perhaps that’s another reason why praying for him daily is important. I think it’ll help me to consider things from his perspective and for his best interest instead of just my own.
Although we’ve taken a break on activities over vacation, I was able to complete Day 4 the Wednesday before we left. I’d actually read about this activity in advance, so I was ready to respond when inspiration struck. Noah and I were at the church. I’d had a meeting, so Mike had agreed to watch Noah for me. After the meeting, I’d loaded Noah up in the car and pulled up to the stop sign at the parking lot exit. It was then that I remembered Day 4’s activity: make a snack for your hubs.
What I did:
Here’s the deal. I’m not a big “make food” kind of person. Mike isn’t home during ideal snack times. I don’t pack his lunch. (He hardly packs his lunch, either. The fact that we need to eat somehow takes both of us by surprise three times a day, every day. It’s a miracle Noah is still alive.) But there is something I know he loves, so I decided to improvise. Instead of turning right toward home, I turned left toward the nearest Starbucks.
If you want Mike Paschal to know you love him, you buy him his latest favorite Starbucks beverage and a warmed blueberry muffin. The man was ecstatic. His face lit up when I showed up outside the door where he was meeting, S’mores Frappuccino and muffin in hand.
What I learned:
It’s easier to come up with ways to surprise Mike like this when I know what he enjoys! And one quick way to know what he enjoys is by familiarizing myself with a few of his favorite things. I’d texted him a couple days before this activity so I could be prepared (without him catching on to what exactly would be coming). Here are the few questions I asked:
- Favorite breakfast?
- Favorite lunch?
- Favorite dinner?
- Favorite snack?*
- Favorite beverage?
- Favorite candy or travel snack?
Simple. 🙂 I feel like I’m getting to know Mike all over again when I get updates on things like this. And there’s nothing more exhilarating than seeing the excitement on his face when I surprise him with a little something I know he loves. With that said, I totally suggest you take this idea and run with it this week. Ask one of your people about their faves. Spouse, significant other, friend, family member. Do something for them. Make their day. It’ll be fun. 🙂
*Confession: Mike didn’t actually have the Starbucks drink & pastry down as his favorite snack. His response to that question was spinach dip, but
ain’t nobody got time for that I know how much he loves his Starbucks in the afternoon, so I went with that instead.
Next time: a spontaneous evening that was not part of the #31creativeways challenge, but might as well have been.
It’s crazy to think that Noah turned 1 on the 7th of this month. It seems like just yesterday we were leaving the hospital with the little guy and heading home wondering if we could do this. The last 12 months went by quite fast, faster than we thought it would. And yes, we were told that the days would fly by after having kids. Over the months we have had a multitude of thoughts, feelings, adventures, memories, and moments.
And the other day all of the above adjectives happened at once.Read More »
It’s 11:11pm on Tuesday night, and Mike and I are side by side in bed writing blog posts.
If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is. 😉
What I did:
A few weeks back Kirsten took on her first job since becoming a mom. It had been about 10 months since Noah was born and she was nervous. The job was babysitting our neighbor one to two times a week. The best part about this job is that she gets to stay with Noah while doing it. While it’s nice for her to be able to stay home while working and be with her son, there are still stressful days. She is, after all, taking care of both a one-year-old and a two-year old!
Always laugh when you can. It’s cheap medicine.
~George Gordon Byron
So today (Tuesday, and her day to babysit), I wanted to keep her laughing and smiling. Whether the day was stressful or they were having a great time at the park together, laughter never hurts a situation. So for Day 3 of our #31CreativeWays adventure 🚀 laughing was a main priority for the Paschals. So…Read More »
Today we embarked on Day 2 of our #31CreativeWays adventure 🚀 and it ended quite well. I headed in for work this morning (being Monday and all) after we had a great weekend as a family. We started up this whole website over the weekend with Saturday and Sunday off which made it much easier to really dive into it, write, and spend time together. I knew that today could prove a challenge heading back to work. Over the years I have learned something about myself. I get all fired up on the weekends and make lists of things I need to do. May be a list of chores to accomplish during the upcoming week. May be a list of days that I will run, cycle and workout each week to get back in shape. Or a list of books I want to read over the next three months. No matter the list, when Monday hits I tend to postpone that list for a few hours of Netflix instead. Today I didn’t do that. Today I chose to stay strong and take this #31CreativeWays adventure one day at a time.Read More »