So far Dean has been doing very well on his diet. I haven’t changed too many of my cooking habits to accommodate his low fat needs since I tend to only cook with olive oil, lean meats, low fat dairy products and lots of fresh produce. The biggest area where he needed to make adjustments was eating out, where he doesn’t make the wisest decisions. So the rules are (1) I continue to cook delicious, health conscious meals (2) meals he eats that I don’t cook must be “wife-approved” and (3) Saturday nights are freebies.
Why, you ask, must I approve meals I don’t personally cook? Because Dean says things like, “Broccoli cheese soup is healthy, right? I mean, it’s soup.”
We decided Saturday nights were a good free meal because the doctor said the main culprit was fast food. (“Did you ever see Supersize Me?” the doctor asked. “I have. Obviously he has not.”) We are not as likely to eat fast food on Saturday nights since they are typically reserved for something like Carrabba’s. Fast food was usually for a week night or lunch. He is currently getting used to Wendy’s grilled chicken sandwich with a side of chili. Fries are only approved occasionally from Chik-fil-A since they fry in peanut oil.
Dean’s been lurking more in the kitchen to see what substitutions I’ve made for dinners, which as I mentioned have been few. Last night I was making tacos when he came up behind me to check things out.
“Um, what is that?”
“That. It doesn’t look like beef.” He said pointing at the skillet.
“You won’t be able to tell the difference.” I said, grinning.
“Of course I will!”
“Well, you didn’t notice when I first swapped all the ground beef for turkey three years ago.”