One too many roasts

This was dinner tonight.

Who wouldn't want a nice lamb roast for dinner? I'll tell you who... Joseph! I told him I would dedicate a post about his "offence" at a roast dinner (his own choice of word), he even helped me title it... "One too many roasts". I on the other hand, have learnt to not take offence when I see his face cringe every time I mention we are having one for dinner, which is a little too often for poor Joe. The kids and I are like every other normal person who does enjoy a good roast... right?  Therefore, Joe has been 'taking one for the team' every time I make one (a lot!).

This is what I find a little funny, and the real reason I wanted to write this post. It just goes to show how completely different our worlds were growing up, and how we have some how managed to combine our backgrounds well together... up until roasts are involved.

For instance, Joe's argument is that he grew up eating roasts all the time (sorry, but I have no  sympathy there), and thinks they are boring and overrated. Instead, he would be more than happy eating tacos, my mum's tamales, pupusas and refried beans (all the stuff he didn't have growing up). 

As for my argument, I was at a HIGH SCHOOL camp when I first experienced a nice roast and thought it was the most delicious meal ever! All I had growing up were tacos, tamales, pupusas and refried beans (no sympathy from Joe there). 

So it got me thinking tonight as I saw Joe taking another one for the team, maybe it's my turn? I think that when Joe married me he thought I was going to cook Salvadorian/mexican delights all the time, just like my mum... wrong! At the start of our marriage my lack of cultural cooking was fine because we would just go 10mins down the road to mum's house where he would get his fix. But now that we live 10hrs up the road from my mum's cooking, it's all up to me to make my Salvadorian cuisine deprived husband happy. So I think its my turn to 'take one for team' and lay off the delicious roasts for a while and bring on more taco nights... just for you babe. See how much I love you. :)

Unlike his father, here is Noah enjoying his roast dinner. Even complementing me by licking his plate clean!