It’s a first world problem. I realize that. I am privileged. I also realize that. But last week I was a little miffed and it revolved around feta.
I had been working long days at the AAUW Book Sale and dinners were sketchy at best. I was pretty tired when I got home so one night Chris and I had agreed that we would get dinner from our clubhouse since it was a night that the grill was open late. I gave him my order in the morning before I left so he could email our order ahead of time for pick up. My favorite salad they serve is a Mediterranean Tri Colored Quinoa Salad. It comes with feta but I always ask for no feta. I reminded Chris of that and left for the day.
When I came home I met him as he was headed to clubhouse to get our food. I came in the house, took a shower and by the time I was done he was back with the food. I opened my take out container…..FETA.
Now if you love feta that is fine with me but I don’t. The simple fact about feta is that it is crumbly and impossible to pick out of a salad. Believe me, I have tried. Which is why I always request no feta.
Apparently Chris requested the dressing on the side (another must for me) but forgot to say no feta.
I was miffed. More than miffed. I don’t usually get miffed. But combine the tiredness and lack of sleep and the appearance of feta on my salad and it was about the last straw. I might have growled at Chris.
So public apology time to my sweet husband who was happy to place the order and go get it. I am sorry that I was so upset over feta. I know it isn’t the most important thing in the world but at that moment it was and I negated the kind gesture with my grumpy attitude.
I looked back with a clearer head this week and tried to put my feta experience into perspective. I guess it is a reminder that into my life some feta will fall and I just have to learn to roll with it. Lesson learned.
What lesson have you learned this week? Any feta type lessons? I would love to hear about it. Make sure you leave me a comment and Comment for a Cause for Uvalde Victims Relief Fund.
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Poor Beth! You’re feta up!
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It is what it is.
I love feta, but I can understand that if you don’t it would ruin your meal. Impossible to eat around it. What did your husband order? Maybe you could have switched meals. Lessons learned this week? Well….that my baby-girl is always with me, and that I have some amazing friends, you included. Thank you for the beautiful card.
I love feta, but understand if you don’t and how difficult it is to remove from a salad. And, yes, we all have feta tossed into our lives, sometimes wanted, other times not.
When it comes to food and getting orders right I crumble too. There’s just something about looking forward to a certain meal and then get that meal not the way you want it. It’s nice if you to apologize to Chris though. He did order it and get the food – even if it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it.
As a friend ofmine once pointed out “When you’re whelmed, it’s easy to get overwhlemed.” Sometimes things we know shouldn’t can just push us over the edge. We’re sure you and Hubby are ok by now.
Oh yea— we were okay all the time but I bit his head off. 😂
I am sure Chris understood. We all have our moments. Your love for each other is stronger than feta.