Last week my sweet husband picked a bucket full of beets out of his parents garden and asked if I would can him some of his favorite red delectables. I had NEVER done such a thing, but put myself to the task. Yesterday me and my good friend Julie spent forever washing, boiling, not boiling for long enough, reboiling, skinning, slicing, packing jars, making pickling sauce, filling jars with that boiling concoction, and processing beets. All for my hunk of a man husband. Oh, and Julie for her love muffin.( I don't actually know if her man even likes beets, but it went well with my story:0) Anyways, my hubby was in a meeting until 9:00 last night, so on his way home we were gabbing on the phone. I was so excited to tell him of my labor of love that I had completed for him. Here is a small portion of our conversation...
Me: "Honey, I canned your beets today! Aren't you so excited?"
Matt: " Yeah! Good job. How long did it take you?"
Me: " Oh man, it took so long! We slaved a way for almost 6 hours."
Matt: " So why did it take so long? Did you have to peel them?"
Me: " Yeah. We had to boil, peel, and slice them. Then we had to pack those into jars. Then we had to make the pickling syrup and fill the jars with that. Then we had to let the jars process for 35 minutes. Then we had to make sure they were sealed and do it all again for the remaining jars. "
Matt: " So, you pickled them?"
Me: " Yeah, that's what you wanted, right?"
Matt: " Honey, I don't like pickled beets. I just like the plain ones."
Me: " What? You don't like pickled beets?"
Matt:" No, I feel really bad that you slaved away for me on pickled beets. I can't believe in the 11 1/2 years that we've been married you never knew that I liked plain beets, not pickled beets."
Me: " Are you kidding me? O.K. it's not like I can look at a beet and just know that it is pickled or not pickled. All I know is that I see you eat beets. You better LOVE pickled beets!"
Matt: " I'll eat pickled beets, but I really don't like them. Are you mad at me?"
Me: " No, i'm not mad at you. I just want you to work up a real good appetite for pickled beets while you're driving home because I made you those homemade pickled beets and you better tell me how much you LOVE them!"
Well, we had a good laugh. He did say thank you. I think I was to stunned to be mad. The only time we ever even eat beets is at his parents house and I don't usually partake, so how was I supposed to know that he preferred a plain beet to a pickled beet? While it was fun to can all day with my friend Julie I am pretty sure that I WILL NEVER CAN BEETS AGAIN!!!
20 comments:
hahaha seriously that story is sooo halirous!! GO TONYA!! GO Pickled beets!! thanks for the good laugh...i needed it today!
You're a crazy woman! Are your countertops stained red now??
You're totally KIDDING me, right? He doesn't even like them? Not even a little bit? Maybe he could grow to like them? I'm sure he'd feel the love we packed into those puppies if he'd just taste them.
It was great times. Thanks for including me in this adventure. I had a BLAST. I openend a can this morning. It was yummy!
Oh well, you're saved from any possible prostate scares, I guess. ha ha!
I am so totally cracking up right now....I'm sure he'll eat all of those beets!
Oh...all that work! He better start liking pickled beets! Thanks for a big laugh!
Listening to your soundtrack--love it! I haven't heard "Been Caught Stealin" for such a long time. I used to LOVE that song! Not that I ever really stole anything...
haha that sucks, but good job!
What a go getter you are-- I am very impressed with your labor of love and amused at your sweeties response. Chalk this up to learning somthing new every day huh?
I'm just going to laugh and laugh about this one for a long time. I think I will tell this story to every one I know. I don't think there could have been one more thing to add to it to make it any funnier or more ironic. :-)
Here to defend myself. I honestly thought after 11 plus years of being married, that my devoted wife would know that I never put pickled beets on my salad or eat the pickled beets when they are put out on the relish plate at my parents house, but when they come out of a sauce pan where they have been cooked I go to town. Just an observation. I love my wife all the more for her devotion to me. Love ya Ton.
I'm trying really hard not to be jealous that you got to pickle some beets. I needed to do beets this year so badly. I love pickled beets. I wonder if I can still find some beets? you are inspiring me Tonya.
Oh...that's such a bummer, but I am sure he is going to LOVE them by the time he has to eat every last jar of them. :)
WOW! I love this story! How funny and what a great comment Matt! I wonder how many times this conversation has been flipped?! :) LOL
You did a great job trying to please your husband!!
I was convinced that Berry didn't like meatloaf because no one had prepared it right for him. So one day a couple months ago I decided I was going to make him the best meatloaf he had ever had and that he would be over his bad feelings and write songs about me! Okay..well it didn't turn out quite as I expected....after gaging and trying to get it all down I told him to dump it and that I would NEVER make it for him again...poor guy! But atleast we love them right?!
Ha, ha, ha, ha! That is so sweet-funny! What a wonderful wife you are to go to all that work for Matt. I'm sure there are many a celestial blessing waiting for you, even if you don't get any instant gratification now. :-)
I love it, such a labor of love. And I am sure Matt loves pickled beats now. You guys are such love birds!
YOU are one AMAZING wife!!!
That is so funny! I would not be happy either. But hey, it makes for a good story and a fabuous blog post so its not all bad. :)
Jesse will take a bottle!
cute story! you and Matt are such a sweet couple.
The beet story is hilarious. Thanks for giving me a chuckle!
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