It started with a little discomfort in the chest, mistaken for indigestion.
A stress test was recommended.
And now, four days later, my husband is a man who has to watch his diet, limiting fats, salt and anything else that might raise his cholesterol and contribute to his heart disease.
I doubt I'll be baking Nutella Rugelach any time soon.
The Katharine Hepburn brownies will be a once-in-awhile treat.
And the homemade gelato that calls for 2 cups of heavy cream and five egg yolks?
Sorry honey, we'll stick with the strawberry sorbet.
He doesn't drink. He doesn't smoke.
He has a penchant for pizza and aged Gouda, but for the most part, eats pretty well.
And it's not like I tried to kill him.
There are so many delicious foods and recipes out there just begging to be recreated in my kitchen. In the name of research, I just had to try them out.
Sure the ones with lots of chocolate and butter shout the loudest and show off like flirty girls.
But don't ignore the hummus, the roasted vegetable manicotti, the turkey meatballs or even the psychedelic cole slaw.
All delicious, and all consumed hungrily and with enthusiasm (ok, maybe he wasn't all that jazzed about the hummus). I feed him well, maybe a bit too well at times.
I think we can do better.
I'll be making, and posting, more good-for-you dishes, in an effort to keep us all healthier. But I won't ignore the sweets that keep you (and me) happy. We'll eat them in moderation.
Or whenever Bob is out of town.