Hawaii, Beloved and Food

You know what's really funny?  Scientists in Hawaii.  Even those that don't wear socks with sandals, you can totally pick out in a second.  I'm not sure exactly what it is about them.

The other day we were snorkeling somewhere that had a small inlet of warmer fresh water into the cool salt water.  When you swam through that area it was all blurry.  At first I thought my mask was getting foggy.  I asked Beloved, "Why is it all blurry here?"

He said, "The refractory index of the water is interacting with the change in density and temperature."

(Eye roll...)

In separate but related news, I told Beloved that I am choosing the restaurants for the rest of the time we're here.  I'm in Hawaii, for the goodness sake, and I want to eat good food.  Seafood.  Polynesian food.  Authentic food.  At least something that I can't eat at home.  We went out to lunch today and he wanted to stop at the second place we walked by.  Fine...  Well, it turned out that they served chili burgers and had ESPN on a big TV over a bar. 

Beloved is tall and skinny.  Slender.  Thin.  Dang it, it's so annoying.  The man just doesn't care about food that much.  If he's not hungry then it doesn't matter what's in front of him, he just doesn't eat.  When he is hungry he will eat anything.  He's not so much into fancy cooking or baking or fine dining.

If I buy ice cream I usually buy two different kinds; one Dryer's fancy yummy ice cream and one cheap nasty gallon of store brand ice cream-like food product.  As far as ice cream goes, I figure if I'm going to eat it I may as well eat the good stuff and enjoy it rather than eat the nasty stuff which has a bunch of sugar and fat but still doesn't taste that good.  It distresses me that he tends to eat ice cream without savoring it, one big bite after another until it's gone. 

Okay, one more story about Beloved and food...

Once, long ago when we were college students, I went to visit Beloved in Chicago where he was working for Argonne doing some kind of neptunium research.  He was definitely bach-ingit, living with a roommate who was doingsome sort of 3D imagingwork with computers or something.  Anyway, very nerdy stuff. 

So I flew in to Chicago and he was all happy to see me and he showed me around the lab.  In the evening I went to stay with yet another smarty-pants post-doc for the night.  (We were very... chaste and formal at the time, I guess you could say.  Okay, we were practically Duggar-ish, to tell the truth.)  (I'm just a little bit sad for my former self in that regard.  I wish I could tell my younger self to lighten up just a little bit.)

Wait, what was I talking about? Ah, yes...

 Beloved was just so excited about showing me around Chicago and the lab that he just...  forgot to eat.  And forgot to offer me anything to eat.  And I was starving!  How crazy is it that I was comfortable enough to fly to Chicago to see this guy, but not comfortable enough to ask, "Hey, umm, when are we doing to EAT?" 

After I had been there for about 24 hours he finally made some Hamburger Helper stuff with pasta.  It was not that good.  But, oh my lord, I could have eaten the entire box myself.  He ate a few bites and was done.  I could not believe it.  Then I was uncomfortable eating when he wasn't eating.  What if he thought I was a big fat over-eater or something?  So I sat sort of miserably, looking longingly at the cold Hamburger Helper while he talked about...  something scientific probably. My memory was probably impaired by malnutrition and dehydration at that point. 

Anyway, my new rule is, "People who do not care what they eat do not get to choose dinner."  Makes sense, don't you think?

Comments

[Corey]

I do not understand people who do not care what they eat. I think they are from another planet. Seriously. Aliens.

PS. Try Haagen-Daaz White Chocolate Raspberry Truffle. Wow.

[Tonggu Momma]

Good rule to live by. And - as for ice cream - stop by Island Snow and get shave ice with vanilla ice cream in the bottom. Oh, yum.

from someone who now lives on the mainland, but misses Oahu dearly

[wendy]

Yes. Being a food LOVER myself, I would do the same as you. Both Tim and I love our food (obvious if you look at us) and we fight about what restaurant to go to sometimes--we're both just so determined to eat what *we* want. And if that ice cream-like food product is available, I usually pass. Gotta eat the good stuff.

[Eos]

So funny

I had a friend that would "forget to eat" - I can forget many things but eating is definitely not one of them!

[haze]

Your new rule makes total sense - and your post totally cracked me up! Forget to eat, my butt! What a goof your Beloved is. You obviously love him madly.

Life is too short to eat bad ice-cream.

[Leigh]

Your husband sounds like mine as far as food - he likes plain non-name brand ice cream that tastes like nothing.

I liked reading this post, Duggar-rish? I must remember that word for my friends: "Girl, girl, girl, you are looking really Duggar-rish today."

[Shannon]

Seriously, some of the best food you'll find people selling from trailers/ shacks on the side of the road. Don't pick and choose... go to them all. mmmm I'm so very jealous. I miss it there.

[Kohana]

These Hawaii posts are cracking me up - making me think of the Friends episodes where they all went with Ross to the paleontology conference in Hawaii and it rained all week. :)

I'm married to a nerd too. It has its painful moments. :) And the food thing - we're pretty much on the same page, but nothing sticks to my husband's thin frame and everything sticks to mine. Sigh.

[arizona bankruptcy lawyer]

Great story and loved the "eye roll" contribution. I could just see you doing that. I used to wear socks and sandles but the wife cured me early in our marriage.