I am so fun to live with

Me: [after cooking last night]: Here you go; dinner is served!

BF: This looks great, thank you; you're so wonderful. [takes plate, sits down and starts eating]

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Me: Wait, it needs a garnish. I forgot the garnish.

BF: Oh don't worry about that; it's fine. [starts to take bite]

Me: No, don't eat it yet, I need to put the garnish on! Now where did I put the cilantro?

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BF: It's OK. Seriously. It looks beautiful.

Me: It will only take a second! [roots through veggie drawer looking for cilantro]

BF: Please, I'm starving. I haven't eaten all day.

Me: BUT IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE GARNISH THE WHOLE MEAL WILL BE RUINED. I DON'T WANT TO SERVE A DISH WITH SLOPPY PRESENTATION.

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BF: OK, we are seriously going to cut back on your Food Network viewing.

Me: HANG ON A SEC; I WANT TO ADD A CITRUS TWIST TO YOUR PLATE, TOO.

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itsnothebeer
Itsnotthebeer

Ha! That's cute.

My husband is constantly confused about whether something is garnish or meant to be eaten as part of the meal.

Many years ago, I tried to explain it using a metaphor of clothing vs accessories.* That didn't work at all and now he just holds up bits of parsley and cilantro and says, "Shoes? Handbag? Maybe a tie..."

*I have only myself to blame.