Since I’m not much of a vegetable fan (that’s a bit of an understatement), I cautiously sampled a small piece of the green stuff. I was keeping a close eye on Jeff too. I wanted to make sure that he was concentrating on his own plate just in case I needed to discreetly discard the green stuff into my napkin.
To my surprise, I kind of liked it. So I just had to ask, “What is this green stuff? I actually like it.”
Jeff looked at me with an expression I couldn’t discern. Then, with a straight face, he replied, “Green beans.”
That’s just so like him, I thought. His typical dry humor always got me, but not this time.
“No way,” I argued, “I’m not falling for one of your jokes again. I know these aren’t green beans because green beans are short and soggy. But these things are long and crunchy.”
Again, he just looked at me.
I quickly realized that this time, he wasn’t joking. Kindly, he explained it to me. Apparently, they really were green beans. The fresh kind. Steamed.
Who knew? I was 29 years old at the time, and the only green beans I had ever known came in a can.
These days, whenever green beans make their way onto our plates – whether at a restaurant or at a potluck or, yes, even at home – we still laugh.
One of the things I love most about Jeff is the way he makes me laugh. We laugh at old stories, at ourselves, and at the funny things our kids say. We laugh a lot. It’s what I like most about our home. We laugh.
Do you have some favorite old stories that still make you laugh whenever you think about them?