sensing a theme

I know it isn't cold outside or anything, but out of the blue last night I decided that I just HAD to make chili for dinner. (First black beans and now chili. What does it mean when your body is craving beans? An iron deficiency? idk.) So I got out all of the ingredients and started sauteeing onions and browning the ground beef. As I added cans of different things (beans, tomatoes, corn, etc.), the pot got more and more colorful which directly correlated with the chili looking more and more scrumptious. I was so excited for Luis to get home to see my "creation" (I had a recipe, but tweaked it to fit my personal taste preferences).

So when Luis got home, I scooped up a little bit for him to taste. Now, you have to understand that Luis is not a picky eater in any way, shape, or form. His un-pickiness has almost become his life's philosophy. You also have to understand that I ready WAY TOO MUCH into people's reactions when they try ANYTHING I make (Carolina can attest to that). So Luis tried the chili, and I swear he made a face like he was saying "eh." So I (of course) have to put on my interrogation hat to figure out why he wasn't elated about eating this delicious dish that I was about to present to him. His nonchalant response: "Chili is just not my favorite, you know that." My thoughts: Ummmmm what? How was I supposed to know that? Last time we had chili (when his sister-in-law made it), he loved it. Apparently my chili just isn't good enough. Maybe I should hurry and make him something else really quick. (I know, I'm crazy, but this is where my mind goes when I think people don't like my food.) Luis then interrupts my thought process: "But you know I'm going to eat it; I'll eat anything :)" What a good little husband.