Hawaiian Hay

I only make dinner for my dear husband about once every 2 weeks at most. We both just do our own thing for dinner. When he is home, we eat breakfast and lunch together. It works for us.

So I made Hawaiian Haystacks for him the other night as his one meal for the month.

For some reason we always have a lot to laugh about when we eat Hawaiian Haystacks. Like this time we laughed because we both thought that the other person though that the crunchy noodles are supposed to represent little Hawaiian people. They clearly represent the "hay" in the hay stack, but we misunderstood what the other person was saying and laughed a lot!

And we have a constant battle about how the haystack should be assembled. Tim starts with the noodles ... the hay ... and then builds up from there with rice, cheese, chicken mixture, slivered almonds and chopped green onions. He is very adamant that his way is the official correct way to assemble and eat.

I start with rice and then add the chicken mixture, cheese, pineapple and then the noodles.

His rational is that if the noodles are the "hay" they should be on the bottom. My rational is ... well, that is not how I do it... period.

Last night as we both carried our HUGE haystacks into the front room to watch a show (an episode of Friends EVERYNIGHT for 6 years has done us well) I noticed that our stacks were built in opposite styles, and it made me really happy. I think one of the most successful parts of marriage is that two people compliment each other. Doing things differently gives us double chances to get things right. The longer I am married, the easier it is to embrace our personal differences, loving me for me and him for him.

At least we agree on the stuff that matters:

The noodles represent the hay and not little Hawaiian people sitting on your fork waiting to be eaten!