The Great Gumbo Incident

I have to admit, I make a mean bowl of gumbo.  It takes me two days to complete this task so when I make it, I make vats of it.  I figure if I am going to stir roux for two hours, I am going to make it worth my while.

One of Hubby's favorite foods is gumbo. 

This is a dangerous combination. 

A couple of years ago I made two stock pots full of this yummy.  Hubby was eating SO much (about a half gallon of gumbo plus rice) that I said (and totally meant) "If you don't stop bingeing, I am going to purge.  Seriously, I am going to throw up if I have to see you eat one more bite.  Please stop."

Off he sulks.

A few minutes later, I walk into our closet and see Sweetness sitting on an exercise ball EATING GUMBO.  I swear, he looks like I caught him masturbating or looking at porn.  Oh the horror!

His defense was "you said you did not want to SEE me eating.  You did not ask me to actually stop eating." 

Mr. Letter of the Law should have been an attorney.