So, I love these frozen Celeste pizzas.

My grandmother often gave them to my cousin and I when we were little for a quick lunch, so I’m used to them and really like them. They’re pretty fattening (heck, it’s pizza), but I don’t care.

So Neal went to the grocery store last night by himself. I gave him a list and on it I asked for two Celeste frozen pizzas to take to work for lunch this week.

So Neal went to the store and came back and started putting away the groceries.

“I didn’t get your pizzas,” he said.

(Me, busy doing something else) “Ummm, OK,” I said.

Neal didn’t say anything.

I turned to look at him. “Well, why?”

“Well, I looked at the package and those pizzas have a lot of fat and trans fat, and they just aren’t good for you.”

I stared at him. All I could think was, did he really just say that?

“Are you serious?” I said.

“Yeah, they’re not healthy sweetie,” he said. His voice started to get that worried tone in it when he realized I was.not.happy.

Then I asked the loaded question – “Do you think I’m fat?”

“No!” he said (what husband would say yes). “I just think they are really unhealthy and you shouldn’t be eating them and so I didn’t buy them for you. I won’t buy them for you.”

At this point, I’m still staring at him in mild disbelief. What, a girl can’t get her freakin’ pizzas?

Neal rummaged hurriedly in one of the grocery bags, realizing that his plan to improve my health wasn’t going over like he thought it would.

“I searched all the frozen pizzas and found these, which were the only ones without trans fat,” he said.

He pulled out THIS:

Ew.

He had this hopeful look on his face. It was cross between, “Oh shit, she’s pissed,” and “Hey, I’m looking out for your health, Cut me a break.”

Either way, I wasn’t really buying it. I just kind of stared and him and went back to what I was doing. I heard him rustling more bags behind me and heard him mutter something about trans fat.

I didn’t say anything.

Then I hear him “OK, you know what? I don’t care if you’re mad,” he huffed. “Go ahead and be mad, that’s fine. I’m just trying to watch out for you and if you want to get those pizzas, then fine, but I’m not buying them for you.” He threw away a bag and slammed our garbage can lid shut.

That made me laugh and I felt my mouth curl into a smile. But I hid it from him. He can think I’m mad…

So, at this point, I’m still trying to decide if I should be mad at him. I had a whole day to think about it now. I mean, on one hand, it really pissed me off he didn’t get my pizzas, and I hate all of that South Beach crap. But on the other hand, I think it is sweet he searched all the pizzas for the healthy one, and that he doesn’t want me to die of a heart attack so that he can collect the life insurance money and run off to Cabo with a stripper.

Right?

Neal wasn’t always like this about food. We met freshmen year in college, and we both loaded up on cheeseburgers, waffles and tacos at the dining hall. We both put on some weight. I managed to lose it, and Neal went on a total diet the summer between freshmen and sophomore year. He dropped 30 pounds, started lifting weights, and turned into the buff god he is today. He pretty much lost all appetite for fattening stuff. He won’t eat the regular Bisquick anymore because it has trans fat in it. **Sigh**

So, I let it slide last night. I mean, really, I guess he was just looking out for me, right? Well, today I decided to get back at him by making a really fatty dinner for myself (he had a volleyball game and wasn’t home for dinner). Yes, I realize that’s not really getting back at him, but whatever. I needed an excuse, HAHA.

I’ve been dying to make this recipe for Pasta Carbonara. It’s one of the fattiest pasta dishes ever, but there aren’t many ingredients, and what ingredients there are aren’t expensive. And boy, I think this was the best pasta dish I’ve ever had. Seriously. It tasted amazing. This picture does NOT do it justice.

OMG. Seriously, this was heaven. I halved the recipe, because I only had half a pound of past, and I knew Neal wouldn’t eat the leftovers, HAHA.

So what do you think? Was Neal being a jerk for not getting my pizzas? Or was he just being a good husband and ensuring we grow old together?