After being married for close to nineteen years (next week!) to my husband, I’ve gotten to know him and his tastes pretty well. I have to admit, he’s very polite when it comes to dinner time. He never complains, even if what I’m serving for dinner isn’t exactly what he was in the mood for. It doesn’t matter if we’re having cereal or a four course meal, he’ll eat it with a smile on his face. Although, with the cereal, he probably sneaks back into the pantry after dinner. And he’s very patient as I snap picture after picture of dinner, trying to get the right shot, before serving it up. I know that’s not a common problem in most households, but in our house, it’s a “thing”. He’s a trooper, and always has been, even before I started this blogging gig.