|Peach jam and tomato preserves sitting on my kitchen table, July 31, 2012.|
My husband said, "Nothing's labeled. I ate your delicious peach jam this morning, but I was hoping it was tomato preserves. Could you please label the jars today?"
I wasn't sure if I should try to rein in my sense of relief or laugh out loud. I'm pretty sure I laughed. I know I couldn't stop smiling and it was my husband's turn to be concerned. He gave me a funny look and said, "why are you smiling like that?" I mumbled something about being happy he liked the jam and that I'd pick out a jar of tomato preserves for him to eat tomorrow.
It's hard to describe in words how satisfying it is to make food that has a strong effect someone I love. I imagined my husband looking forward to eating tomato preserves-- and then his disappointment when the jar didn't contain the sweet and sour taste he was anticipating. It's not that I enjoyed thinking about his disappointment, but it did show me how much he really did like the preserves I'd made him on a whim. Somehow it made the moment even sweeter.