posted by Sun T. on Nov 17
I made corn fritters this morning for breakfast. I thought that they would be a hit, considering that my hush puppies were lapped up so quickly when I made them. Who could have guessed that corn pancakes and donut-like muffins with corn would garner such a different reaction?
My husband found that the pancakes were “nasty” and therefore promptly pushed them aside. I enjoy them thoroughly, so it was like “more for me!”.
Honestly, though, he hurt my self-esteem. He doesn’t get that when he says my food is nasty there is an equation that goes something like this:
Sure, it shouldn’t be that way … but it is. His reaction made this happen to me:
See how that happened? I hate math, but these are equations of the heart. His reaction to my food quality added up to Nasty. Nasty is equal to Me.
There you have it. A mathematical analysis of why I got so PO’d this morning that I threw his food into the kitchen.
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Tags: math, self+esteem, self+worth, cooking, food
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