05.25.2007  BY WEETABIX

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that I would be road-testing Meatless Mondays. What I did not mention was that I made this grandiose declaration before running it past the other resident of the Weetabix household, my husband Esteban.

"I need to talk to you about something important." I started while we were sitting on the couch, having just had a spectacular dinner of garlic chicken and a delicate vinaigrette over spring greens for me, garlic chicken with a side of garlic chicken for Esteban.

"Um...okay." He already knew something was up and I could see him assuring that the path to the door was free of any obstacles, should he need to make a hasty escape.

"Yeah, so I would like to try this thing, this new, improve-your-health thing called Meatless Mondays, because I don't want to talk the talk unless I can walk the walk." I explained the concept, the ideas I had, and he very tentatively agreed.

"Wait, it's Tuesday. So, we're starting next Monday?" He asked, hopefully.

"No, we're starting this Thursday, because the weekends are crazy, and our schedules are weird, and Thursday is the only day we can reliably do it. Besides, I want to be able to post about it on Monday."

"Oh. Right." He wasn't thrilled, but I had grand ideas involving black bean tacos and yummy mushroomy pan sauces and doing things to zucchini that would make Martha Stewart blush. But when Thursday rolled around, we had his parents' 40th wedding anniversary celebration at a fantastic restaurant known for their cuts of aged beef. Esteban looked over at me and attempted a feeble "Oh, bummer, sweetie, this was supposed to be meatless Thursday" as he speared a piece of his medium rare New York Strip, but he couldn't fool me. He was smiling as he chewed. And to be honest, the idea of eschewing perfectly marbled tenderloins in exchange for a salad was just too much to bear for me as well. We would have had shame, but you know, if loving a perfect steak is wrong, I don't want to be right.

The next Thursday, we were both traveling. Technically, we fulfilled our meatless Thursday regimen, because my dinner consisted of a Starbucks iced mocha and a pack of mixed nuts, while he had a package of circus peanuts and a bottle of seltzer. Mmmm, healthy living, right there.

However, this week, Esteban was out of town on another business trip, and I stuck to my guns. My work day was hectic, but I managed to swing through a drive-through for a vegetarian burrito for lunch, and then, in the evening, I was more than happy with my summer cold dinner of roasted garlic hummus, grape tomatoes and English cucumbers stuffed into a whole wheat pita, paired with cottage cheese and a tossed salad. In fact, so happy, I wondered why I didn't eat like this every damned night? Because certain, with all of those veggies, I was eating like my nutritional hero. Certainly I would lose weight by not even trying. Where was the disconnect? What was different? What was missing?

Oh yeah. The boy.

It's a proven fact that there is a tendency for women to gain weight after they become a full-time member of a smug married couple. Why? Check the logic:

It may be due to a reduction in physical activity; it is tempting to stay home and snuggle on the couch with a nice glass of wine. Some people believe that when people find a partner, they may no longer feel the need to pay much attention to their weight. Another reason may be due to the desire to take care of each other and indulge in comfort foods together.

Oh bullshit. There's snuggling, all right, but the problem in my marriage is not too much wine (just the right amount, thank you very much, oh, are you pouring some more?) or the belief that we've landed our fish so we don't need to bait the hook.

No, the problem is this: My partner is a fucking picky eater.

He doesn't like vegetables. He doesn't like fish. He doesn't like onions, peppers or tomatoes (but will eat most salsa...THE FUCK?)  The man likes meaty gravies and mashed potatoes, and never met a leafy green he didn't immediately despise. If you accuse him of hating all vegetables, he'll quickly point out that potatoes and corn are vegetables. Okay, two out of eleventy billion vegetables are legal. Anything after that? Forget it. In fact, if it's on one of those "foods you eat to lose weight" lists, if there's a remote possibility that it's healthy, then he probably doesn't like it.

So the dismal prospect of creating yummy broiled asparagus or tantalizing white bean spreads, only to also make something that is kid-tested and Esteban-approved? At the end of a 10- or 12-hour workday, I hardly have the energy. I feel for working mothers, honestly, but they also have raw clay to work with. They can feasibly point at a dish and say, "You need to try everything at least twice before you decide you don't like it," or some other automatically awesome and wise things that I hear coming out of the mouths of my friends who are also breeders.

So that's the dilemma. How do you get a 37-year-old man to eat his green beans?  The comments are waiting to fall in awe of your wisdom. --Weetabix



12 Comments

GoingLoopy said:

For the meatless thing...get some veggie burgers and pile some cheese on them. Cheese makes all suspicious foods tasty. Also, they have this meatless "ground beef" which is ok in things like spaghetti sauce and tacos. (I dated a vegetarian. I, sadly, prefer the real thing.)

Ranch dressing and butter are also aids to the vegetable cause, as is a deep fryer.

Of course, all of the above sort of defeat the purpose of eating veggies...maybe sex would work better?

Melinda said:

My husband only likes 4 vegetables, hates all lettuce, and is not so into this with exotic tastes. But! He is a converted fan of SmartGround, which has a very tasty taco flavor. And it's perfect for weeknights because the prep work is nil; I call them my 5 Minute Tacos. The regular SmartGround is good in chili, too. He's converted enough that he even suggested getting Boca chicken nuggets.

Bean heavy dishes seem to pass muster on a regular basis too, so sometimes I'll do a bean/vegetable based soup with good bread and he'll be happy.

Penny said:

He's an idiot. Dump him.

Elle said:

Tell him to grow up? 'Picky eater' sounds suspiciously like an excuse for not taking care of his health. I'd love to eat nothing but mashed potatoes and bacon, but I'd also like to live past 40.

Kelli said:

Just make what you are going to make and keep something he can heat up or cook quickly if he wants something different or additional. This way you lead by example but he can do the work if he wants something else. It's one night a week, he can suck it up. :)

Jen said:

I think a compromise is in order. Have certain nights of the week when you make an Estaban-friendly dinner, and make extras of it to pack away in the fridge. Make stuff you like on other nights, and make extras of that too. That way you can eat together, both have what you want, and not have to cook two meals every night. Or make stuff you like but also toss some kind of dead animal product on the George Foreman Grill for him. Just because you want to do Meatless Mondays doesn't mean he has to.

I'm lucky in that my husband will eat pretty much whatever's set down in front of him, so I cook whatever I want and he's happy to eat it.

I also have "Fend-for-yourself" nights when things are really busy. I mean, unless a guy is missing all his limbs, he should be able to fix himself a sandwich or reheat leftovers.

I never liked vegetables and was a very picky eater -- I didn't change until I wanted to learn to like new things. For me, I like veggies best when they're still crisp. I still hate veggies when they are cooked until they are mushy. So keep making the veggies, and make extras. If he wants to taste them, he can, and if not, you have leftover veggies, which are a big help in making quick meals.

Lisa said:

Or do what I did when my kids were teens. I started cooking just for the two grown-ups in the house. If they didn't want to have it, they could make something on their own, and I kept their favorite groceries stocked as well as ours. When I made everyone's favorites, we had family meal time, and I would introduce a few new things then.

I had one picky eater, who, now that he's graduated from college, will eat almost everything and like it, which is such a huge change from him at 10.

I have one vegetarian daughter, who has been one since 9 years old, of her own volition. She lived on pasta and cheese sandwiches for years. I told her she wasn't allowed to call herself a vegetarian if she didn't actually eat vegetables. She's a legitimate one now, now that she's 20.

Cook for yourself, and he can share, or not.

jaime said:

Oh my god, you're married to my husband! I think he would leave me if I suggested a "meatless Monday". He doesn't even like it if I make a meal with just shrimp, because it's "not enough".

I basically cook what I want, and sometimes make multiple side dishes so I can eat my zucchini and squash and he can eat rice or whatever. But like someone else who commented, I have "fend for yourself" nights.

Sarah said:

Cover the veggies in hollandaise!

Alli Lou said:

What about veggie lasagna or pasta dishes? If there's cheese and sauces, maybe the veggies won't scare him so much?

Also, now that farmers market season is getting into full swing, try and whip up some roasted vegetables; squash, red onion (maybe?) asparagus, potatoes, eggplant, and maybe chunks of corn on the cob! I like peppers too, but that may be pushing it for Esteban. Seriously, tossing veggies, olive oil, salt, & balsamic, throw it in a 400 degree oven for 30-40 mins is so easy, and it made my bf a convert - he used to hate all veggies except for lettuce when it's on a burger!

Wendy said:

Get a family-friendly vegetarian cookbook—I love "Moosewood Restaurant Cooks at Home"—and have him find the thing that appeals to him the most, even if it doesn't appeal to him very strongly. Sometimes a good recipe description can be persuasive.

kristina said:

This is an extreme example, but I dated a boy for two years who thought a caeser salad counted as his vegetables for the day. He also considered chugging a bottle of juice-like liquid was a smart way to be healthy. Other than that, we only ate pizza, chinese, mexican, and turkish delivery. I went up to 256 pounds and he lost weight due to developing diabetes. I tried every thing I could think of to get us to eat better but he would refuse to eat what I wanted to make. I'm not the best cook but I was sick of not being able to tie my shoes and watching him continue to kill himself with sugar. I eventually overcame my guilt and had to leave him.

This experience didn't turn me into a total health nut. I still eat 99 cent pizza for lunch as opposed to salad more times than not, but I eat significantly better to the tune of 60 pounds lost so far. Now I don't think I could date someone who eats worse than I do. I don't have it in me to try and reprogram the taste palate of an adult.

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