Oh balls – a sequel

Is petty a thing I want to be on my blog?

I opened this new post to complain that while I was in the shower, my husband, who has taken on some of the mantle of cook, decided to make fried blackened meat discs. The smell was terrible.

What he was attempting, was meatballs. This is important because out of all the foods I love and all the of the cooking I’ve done, meatballs are the only food item I’ve cared enough to blog about.

There are so many things apparently wrong (to me) with this situation. Why would he massacre something so precious to me? Why wouldn’t he ask someone who knows how to make and practically worships at the alter of meatball, how to make them? Why wouldn’t he just save the meatball making for someone who knows how to do it already? Why would he fry meatballs?

There are so many questions that ran through my head while composing the blog that was supposed to go in the place of this one.

But instead of writing that one, the petty complaining one, I’m writing this one.

He went out of his way to make a food he knows I love. He took time out of his day to look up how to make meatballs. He sallied forth in his attempt despite the prospect of failure, and continued in the very face of it.

I think when people say “Choose to be happy”, what they really mean is “Choose to see the good”. And sometimes doing that is impossible. It’s easy to find dysfunction, ignorance and evil in the world. But some times those things have silver linings. I try to see the silver linings because it gives me less to be angry about. And I’m happier for it.

I’m still not gonna eat those meatballs though.

 

 

 

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