There is an evolution that happens as people spend time together. Ideas change, habits, likes and dislikes sway. Its curious, isn’t it? We think we have ourselves all figured out, we are absolute. But then, in the blink of an eye, we realize so much of what we thought we were, was just misguided idealism.
When Drew and I first started dating we went through the “learn all there is to know” phase rather quickly. You know how it goes, the usual infatuation induced chatter that starts with who’s your favorite band? Or what do you want to do for the rest of your life? And ends with, what are your deepest, darkest, secrets?
We learned each others taste in fashion (he still boggles me on this sometimes, one day he loves something, the next as Heidi would say, “its out”), music, and best of all food. Thankfully we are both rather adventurous and are willing to be flexible on all accounts, save for a few tiny things here and there.
In the beginning one of those “tiny” things was hot sauce. Being that our relationship was young and fragile I didn’t dare tell Drew of my destain for all things hot sauce. I found it to be a useless condiment that gave people indigestion and heartburn, neither of which I found appealing. But he loved it, I mean literally, if the man could drink Sriracha straight I think he would. So I, not wanting to look like a prudish pansy, started putting the most demure amounts of hot sauce on various things. Nachos and burrito bowls were first; I would add just a smidgen and fight through the burn. A little tabasco sauce in my ketchup for dipping my hash browns? Sure! You try to slather it all over them however, and I would have stabbed you with a fork.
Seasons folded on top of each other, one to the next, like a quilt pieced together by time. Slowly, I noticed something beginning to happen. I found myself reaching for the hot sauce that I had set out for Drew and pouring it all over my meal… what? No, I hate the burn right? Wrong, I crave it!
Sriracha on hummus, Cholula on hash browns, Jalapeño Tabasco on guacamole, Valentina on quinoa with black beans, the list could go on forever. Who knew hot sauce was so deliciously addicting?! I mourn for years past where I found it useless, when I unfairly judged its spice and tang. Now, you may be wondering why I am raving about hot sauce… truly there is no reason, other than that today at lunch I reached over, grabbed the Tabasco and doused the entire bowl of guacamole in a cascade of green goodness… That and I figured you may just want a little more spice in your life (I mean really, who doesn’t?).