It’s the simple things.

Last night my wife and I cooked and ate dinner together.  Big deal, right?  We’ve been together since 2008 and married since 2011.  Cooking and eating dinner together should not be news.  We’ve cooked dinner and certainly eaten dinner (otherwise we’d be dead).  So why am I bothering to mention last night at all?  Because we cooked and ate dinner together.

Allow me to explain.  My wife has worked evenings for years.  She is an omnivore and I am a vegan.  We’ve been not only on vastly different schedules, but vastly different diets.  We’d sometimes eat dinner separately, and on those times when we were home together we would prepare separate meals.  It went that way for years, and when our son was born our meal times became even more distant.

So last night was the first night we made the time to sit down and not only prepare a meal together, but to eat that very same thing.  I give credit to my wife, who despises vegetables, for giving this a try since it was a vegan/vegetarian meal we prepared.  I give myself credit for picking something that I felt was a good compromise for a vegetable-hating omnivore: enchiladas!  We picked the recipe out of the highly entertaining Thug Kitchen.  It was nice, seemingly for the first time, to prepare the same dinner and eat it together.  After our son was put to bed we poured some wine and dug right in.  To my wife’s credit, she overcame her vegetable-despising ways and ate her enchilada!  Some of it.  Turns out the recipe calls for a lot of chili powder.  A lot of it.  I thought it gave the enchiladas a tasty kick, but for her it was too much.

So we cooked and I ate most of our dinner.  Still, it was a nice way to spend our evening and she overcame some of her vegetable-hating ways.  I call it a successful milestone.  And I got more enchiladas out of the night.  Score!