I had to make an emergency trip to the store on Sunday because we were running dangerously low on anchovies. This is not an acceptable situation in our house. I love anchovies. I love them salty and brown. I love them vinegary and white. Those little fishies rock my world and they need to be available at all times.
You may recall a conversation I had with my dad about anchovies and how much he despises them, despite loving Caesar salad. Interesting. So, I decided to further test the hypothesis that my dad is crazy. I gave him some beet soup to bring home, soup that was laced with a certain secret ingredient.
Let’s see what our taster thought:
Me: How did you like the soup?
Him: It was good.
Me: Really? You liked it?
Me: You ate all three servings?
Him: I like beets.
Me: Then you like anchovies, too.
Me: That’s right. I put anchovies in your soup. HA HA. Take that.
Him: You know, I’m not going to keep eating the food you give me if you keep sneaking things in that I don’t like.
Me: Yeah, right. The point is that you DO like these things. You just don’t know that you do.
Him: I know I hate anchovies.
Me: Uh-huh, sure.
Him: Anything tastes good in a million to one ratio.
Me: Eight percent. It was 8% anchovy.
Him: I know ratios. I’m a scientist. I’ve been working with solutions all my life.
Him: I hate anchovies.
You may not have noticed, but in these conversations, the same person always has to have the last word. However, it’s worth pointing out that his last word was not that he hated the soup.