Let it never be said that I like to prove a point. I LOVE to prove a point. Although I’ll always argue that I absolutely do not. Which I guess, is proving a point in itself.
Anyway, this post (and a warning, it really is about nothing much at all) eventuated over a discussion in my kitchen tonight. I will set the scene for you.
Husband and I were about to embark on a romantic Saturday evening together…hang on no I can’t lie to you. We had just done the dishes and were about to go and sit in separate rooms and do computer type stuff.
So I thought it might be nice to have a little snack to enjoy with our work. I proceeded to take the yummy raw treat I had purchased from Healtheze at Hillaries today (FYI it’s called “Naked Knickers” and is super awesome). I asked husband if he wanted one, as I had very kindly purchased two when I was in the café (whilst he was outside with the girls eating his massive gelato). Sorry I had to get that in there (hence the picture for this post, as that’s how he will feel after reading it).
ANYWAY…so this was our convo (sorry it looks long but you have to read it all to get the picture):
Me: would you like your knickers?
Me: the naked knickers I brought you today from the shop.
Husband: what is it?
Me: ummm…it’s caramel and chocolate and nuts.
Husband: no – what is it really?
Me: I told you – caramel, chocolate and nuts.
Husband: no it’s not. That’s what really annoys me about you health people – why can’t you just tell the truth. You are always making things out to be something they are not. Just be honest about it.
Me: I am being honest. That’s what it is. The label in the café even had the ingredients on it. I knew what I was buying (another FYI the people in the store didn’t look deceptive at all. They seemed like really nice people…and looked so healthy. But I digress).
Husband: well what’s in the chocolate?
Me: I’m guessing cacao and rice malt syrup….(cue annoyed grimace and vague hand gestures)
Husband: well that’s not chocolate.
Me: yes it is – cacao is chocolate. What’s the (insert expletive) definition of chocolate?
Husband: cocoa, milk and sugar. That’s the traditional recipe (that’s not exactly what he said, I can’t remember as I was too fired up thinking of what the definition was).
Me: well I don’t think so. But whatever, do you want the knickers or not?
And at that point I took my knickers and came and sat down to look up the definition of chocolate. Which happens to be (I got two definitions just in case):
After finding that out, I immediately tweeted about it (which is how I roll these days, being tech savvy and all), in order to tell the world how awesome (and right) I am.
I then typed out this post, to bask a little more in my awesomeness. I love being right.
P.s. for Perth peeps, Healtheze is seriously good. And so were the Naked Knickers.