Food Critique

Ron Nagasawa
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Wednesday - September 30, 2009
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There are not many secrets that I keep from my wife, if any. Well, the ones that I do keep are for her own good. Or are they for my own good? You decide.

Saturdays in my house are kind of like me-time for Ron Nagasawa. My wife takes our daughter to hula and Tahitian dance class, which goes from mid-morning to late afternoon. That means I pretty much can do what I want.

Some Saturdays I waste doing absolutely nothing and some I’m an absolute project maniac or a housework tornado. The absolutely nothing days probably outnumber the maniac/tornado days, but whatever it is, my wife is pretty good about it - with the exception of one thing.


That being I wait for them to come home before I eat any lunch. Since they don’t get to eat anything, I think she expects me to suffer as a gesture of marital solidarity. I can live with that one sacrifice and besides I don’t need the guilt if I were to break the unspoken pledge.

Last Saturday, my kid brother called to see if I was doing anything. He wanted me to accompany him to Ala Moana, where he wanted my advice on what clothes to buy for an upcoming vacation cruise. I told him OK, and we were off.

Shopping with another man is a piece of cake since it’s, “Wham, bam, let’s go get something to eat.” We went to Blue Hawaii for their famous acai bowls and also ordered panini sandwiches.

Without thinking, I kept up with my brother, and as usual we ate too much. He later dropped me off at home and I told him to come back for dinner. That’s when my wife and daughter walked through the door claiming they were starving. I couldn’t reveal that I broke my eating vow.

Stuffed, I forced myself to eat yet another lunch along with them, pretending that I too was famished. Everything was fine until dinnertime.

I was fixing my plate when my brother walked through the door exclaiming, “What? You’re eating again?” Before I could shut him up, my wife asked what he was talking about. She tallied up all the food I had on her mental calculator and declared, “Put the plate down. You’re good until next Wednesday.”

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