Blue Cheese and Olives

Having been married for almost 9 months and together for years, Nola and I have worked hard on compromise and listening to one another in order to say connected and avoid or solve fights that may arise. Recently, we were headed to a party where we needed to bring a dish to pass. I suggested a rhubarb tart, she wanted to make a quiche. I headed to my grandmother’s to visit and she headed off on a bike ride, we would meet up later and go to the party. I walked in to her shouting “I hate this recipe! you have to stir until your arm falls off!” I was shocked to come home to her yelling, this is not her normal way.  I responded by slamming the door and saying I was not going to the stupid party (this was a party I had been looking forward to for months). We were not listening or being fair.

We finally spent  sometime talking and she revealed that her bike tire was flat so she couldn’t ride and felt she had to make what I wanted because I suggested it more than once. We discussed that she can tell me to take a flying leap and that we would fix the bike so that she can go on a ride. She had missed out on something she loves to do.

This is on example of everyday life, compromise and living together. We take pride in the fact that we are good communicators and we are both willing to compromise for each other. We both also take pride in the fact that we both eat just about anything. With one exception for each of us I don’t like olives and Nola does not like blue cheese. When we were wine tasting a few weekends ago and found blue cheese stuffed olives we decide it was “compromise in a bottle”

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