No Cream of Chicken Soup Was Harmed In the Making of This Meal

Steve and I are alike in many wonderful ways. 

However.

There is one way in which we differ rather wildly.  He loves fruits and vegetables of every kind.  (I only love fruits.)   He loves recipes that have high on their list of ingredients olive oil, tomatoes, vegetables, onions, fish and chicken.  He loves Mediterranean style cooking. He loves crunchy foods. 

He is not so big on soft, creamy and comforting foods.  The way I am.

Potatoes, pudding, macaroni and cheese, ice cream, creamy casseroles, cream cheesy desserts—basically any food that has an inordinate amount of fat and calories is pretty high on my list.

Unfortunately.

Steve went for his annual physical last week and found that although his weight and blood pressure are great, his “bad” cholesterol is 50% higher than it should be.  (Although his overall cholesterol is only 10% high.)  So he’s been given six months to try to lower it without medication. 

So guess what that means?

It means that all my wonderful recipes that I love and adore featuring cream of chicken soup and (better yet) cheddar cheese soup, will have to be put on the “occasional meal” list instead of the “regular meal” list.

Sigh.

And the bad part of this is that I know it’s better for me to eat the way he’s supposed to eat but I really don’t wanna!  (Big foot stomp.) 

Now this is not to say that he’s planning on turning into Saint Steve and will only eat the healthiest of foods every moment of every day.  He loves his ice cream as much as the next person.    But it does mean that I’ll be changing a few old recipes out for new ones.

And so. Last week I prepared a meal.

 

I put it in front of him.

And I said, “No cream of chicken soup was harmed in the making of this meal.”

The end.