In my quest for good health AND a skinny ass, I've been trying to incorporate more fresh fruits and vegetables into my diet. And since I AM the cook in the house, I'm forcing my husband to do the same. Yes. I said forcing.
The following is a conversation that Hubs and I had yesterday during lunch, as a result of my attempts....
Me: Look what I bought from the farmer's market! Fresh cherries! Have some.
Hubs: *Completely unexcited, reaches for the cherries. He eats FIVE, then quits.*
Me: Aren't they sooooo sweet? Have some more.
Hubs: Nah. I'm good.
Me: I thought you liked cherries?
Hubs: They're okay. *PAUSE* I'm not really a fruit person.
Me: Well, you should be. Seriously, Paul. It's good for you. You should really try to eat more fruit.
Hubs: I don't like it.
Me: That's ridiculous. There are so many kinds of fruit in this world. You don't like any of it?
Hubs: I like corn.
Me: CORN IS NOT A FRUIT!
Hubs: *pondering* Ooooh! You know what else I like?
Hubs: I like SOUR PATCH KIDS!
Hubs: I SAID I like SOUR PATCH KIDS!
Me: Seriously, dude?
Hubs: What?! They're FRUITY?!
Me: So was Liberace! SOUR PATCH KIDS ARE NOT FRIGGIN FRUIT, EITHER!!!
Hubs: *defeated* Oh.
Clearly, I'm fighting an uphill battle here, people.