I thought of this when reading the "What's for dinner?" thread. My husband is Italian and will NOT eat jar tomato sauce. This drives me crazy because pasta could be such a quick meal, but no. It's also not sauce its either gravy or marinara (there's a difference apparently lol ask if you want to know). I usually make a HUGE pot of it and freeze it in portions, but there's always a time where you run out and have to make that huge pot of it again. So, that's where I am today. One day I plan on taking a jar of sauce, heat it up, and tell him it's mine. I won't even say anything, just serve it and I bet he won't notice. Especially a sauce like "Victoria's" just delicious. My husband has many other quirks, but this is the one if find the most amusing.
My husband and I are Italian too and making homemade sauce is really easy. It does not have to take all day. If you just take 1 big can of tomato sauce it would probably be enough for 2 people. Once you throw everything in the pot you might have to stir it a bit but it's basically done and just has to cook down. I agree, there are some really good jar sauces. Thankfully, my husband doesn't mind as long as it's not Ragu or Prego. As for quirks, he has just too many to list LOL
see.. according to my husband that's marinara (sauce only) and the marinara is very easy and I don't mind making that. Tonight I'm making marinara. What takes forever is when I'm making gravy. Gray is with meatballs. I literally make a vat of sauce and about 2-3 dozen meatballs and let it cook all day. It involves breaking out the kitchen aid mixer lol. I usually do this on a Sunday. I get like 6 frozen meals out of it though.
We call it pasta and sauce but I have family members who call it macaroni and gravy. I'm guessing the marinara is when it has no meat and gravy if it has meat??
I think I have far more "quirks" than my boyfriend has. He drinks beer with ice, which I find appalling. Especially since the only beer available here is already watery and tasteless. But ice in beer is quite a normal thing here. When I order a beer at a bar or restaurant I have to remember to ask for NO ICE.
My ex has Aspergers, OCD, and a head injury. If you want quirks, he has them. The worst was his aversion to trash cans and bags. It completely controlled his life.
Mine is major ocd. Things move all the time in our house. Things disappear all the time. Things are constantly changing. Case in point: Our cell bill just hit 300+ because she messed with the contract. It is always about 110.00. So now our messaging costed us 200 dollars this month.
His major quirk is the fact that he dips. That in itself is not too bad (I know, I know...it's gross to think about kissing someone after they dip and the health issues involved), but that the bottles he leaves around the house. Luckily he normally only has one.
I have faaaaaaaaar more quirks than my husband. But, my husband: *is obsessed with his t-shirt organization. I'll spare you details. *is obsessed with his cap collection...wowzers! *insists that he can feel a tiny snippet of dog hair in his shirt every single time I groom my dog outside. Mental. *Cannot take clothes out the dryer unless it's mid-tumble. Those are a few.
I totally get this. And usually the bottles are my old Diet Coke bottles. So far, I've never thought his bottle was mine. Y'all will hear about it if I ever do!
My BF won't eat anything with bones in it, or anything that reminds him of the original animal it came from. It has to look uber-processed. He also doesn't like the randomest foods, and is extremely untouchy. (hates being touched) He also collects computers from the 80s, and loves everything to do with the 80s. >> He was born in 91.
Does he like to read? If so, I highly recommend the book "Ready Player One" for him. It's all about computers and the 80's... I LOVED that book.
My BF is always using his cell phone (texting, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, etc). Drives me crazy, but I love him.
I have never accidently taken a drink. I did try the stuff once...never.again. I'm probably a handful of girls that really don't like to cuddle in bed because I don't like being touched that much.....and maybe your BF just wishes he was born in the 80s.
Hmmm... these are my quirks, I guess! Pomodoro = plain tomato sauce Marinara = tomato sauce with seafood Bolognese = tomato sauce with ground beef Sunday Gravy - tomato sauce with different cuts of meat (lamb, pork, meatballs, beef), cooked all day. The only quirk about BF is his noise tolerance... he loves to play guitar - and I love it when he plays acoustic - but he really loves to rock out on electric, which I hate but don't say anything because he's having a good time. But if I break out my sewing machine, he complains about the noise
You know the lids on fountain pops? With the little round bumps? My hoosband has to pop them. He can't not do it. He will even reach across the table and pop the things on my pop. If I keep my pop out of reach to the point where he can't pop them, he gets twitchy and antsy. I love it! :lol: :wub:
Mine has to pack every thing in ziplock bags when we go for holidays and take 3 hours to pack for a weekend trip. Everything has to be nicely folded and every space ultilised. it is like a ritual.
I told mine he has some kind of intellectual disability when using textiles. lol. He dresses himself like a toddler - imagine a toddler pulling his shirt over his head - that's him. He is constantly putting arms through the wrong holes, etc. I once watched him put on his zip-up hoodie upside down so that the hood was at his butt. Blankets are worse - he can't seem to manage to cover himself up before bed and there is always this ridiculous fight of him getting himself all twisted in blankets before getting settled. I just don't understand why it's so hard. lol.
I have my own quirks, but my husband is very strange (said in a loving way). He can't stand to touch toothpicks or wooden spoons (has an irrational fear of splinters). He is highly sensitive to the crunching sounds of other people chewing things like chips, ice cream cones, ice ... he wears noise-canceling ear buds at work because an office mate crunches ice and hard candy. He has a hard time not commenting to me when I "crunch." He has recently stopped wearing denim pants, he only wears chino-style pants because of the way they feel. He can't STAND if someone sings along to a song. I'm my own weird-o. And, he is my favorite weird-o!
I'm laughing at the different sauce thoughts...in the NYC area, it's often the following Pomodoro = Chunkytomato sauce Pasta pescatore or Frutti di mare= pasta with seafood red sauce Bolognese = tomato sauce with ground beef And ground pork and veg Sunday Gravy - tomato sauce with different cuts of meat (lamb, pork, meatballs, beef), cooked all day. Marinara-'smooth', non-chunky red sauce
Your definitions are what I'm used to although I can't bring myself to say "gravy" even though probably 75% of my family still says it! I remember when i was a kid we would go visit an Italian aunt and no matter when we came to visit she would say, "you hungry? I made gravy" :lol:
:lol: The funny part is... I've never had marinara with seafood... but my grandma wouldn't let us call plain red sauce marinara! And I never had Sunday gravy until I was an adult... Sunday supper at Grandma's was waffles and vanilla ice cream.
My husband does it also. I HATE it!!! He knows not to do it around me at all, but I'm still trying to find a way to convince him to quit. It's hard, because almost everyone he works with does it.
