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When His Love Language is Hamburger Helper

When His Love Language is Hamburger Helper

IMG_2748A few weeks back on Valentine’s Day, I found myself in the grocery store. I had already done a bang-up job on the kids’ treats (mostly dollar store “junk and rubbish,” a disturbingly long-lasting helium balloon and the biggest Hershey Kiss on the planet.)

The kids had responded with a whoop when they found their goodies that morning and were then shooed out the door for school (which marked the beginning of my consuming the above mentioned Hershey Kisses after they left.)

I also bought my husband a card and had written something hilarious yet poetic. Done and done.

Or not.

I strolled down the grocery aisle and found myself staring at a shelf I rarely notice. Jarred Hearts of Palm? Nope.

Hamburger Helper.

I’m no food snob but I probably don’t need to explain why I rarely notice this shelf. But that day I did.

You see, my husband loves it. Loves. It. Everything about it. The meat. The cheesy noodles. The quantity. The efficiency. The price.

And knowing this about my husband, you would probably think that I’ve made it for him countless times to express my love and devotion. It would seem to make sense that if someone you love likes a food, you would make the food. It’s called filling up the love tank. Don’t normal, sane, kind people do things like that?

But sadly, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve served this little delicacy. I’m embarrassed to admit I have neglected this love language of his.

I remember I asked him some years back what he wanted for his special birthday dinner. His response: “Hamburger Helper Beef Stroganoff.”

You would’ve thought he had asked for freshly grilled puppies with a side of unicorn tears by my reaction. “Let me make you REAL beef stroganoff!” I pleaded, snobbishly. “With real beef! It will be delicious! It will be so much BETTER! Than that.

And being the easy-going guy that he is, he gladly consumed my “better” meal. And it was delicious.

But.

Then a few years later, the Hamburger Helper topic came up again. With a few boys under our belts, he thought it might be a good meal to introduce to them. Why wouldn’t our kids like it? He loved it when he was little. It contained two of the three major toddler food groups: cheese and noodles. All it was missing were the Goldfish crackers.

So, I begrudgingly bought Hamburger Helper. But not the normal kind. I bought the “healthier version” with whole wheat noodles. And instead of regular milk, I used soy milk (in fairness to me, we were dealing with a milk allergy at the time but still.)

And guess what? It’s wasn’t great. In fact, it was gross. Big shocker.

So long, Hamburger Helper. At least for a few more years.

Fast forward to this Valentine’s Day. I stood staring face to face with the item that spoke love into my husband. Five days from that moment we would be celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary. And I’ve learned a few things over those years. One of them was making me reach out so I could do something important.

I should make Hamburger Helper for my husband! This will be my Valentine’s gift to the love of my life! And not the gross “healthy” kind. Not with soy milk. I will make it according to the package directions with regular milk and extra ground beef! Yes!

And you know what? He loved it. All of it. The beef. The cheesy noodles. The quantity. The efficiency. The price.

But most of all the fact I made it for him. It filled his love tank. The perfect Valentine’s meal for our crazy life.

As a side note: he bought me a card and a DVD of the Goonies. Weirdly, that fills one of my love tanks.

That’s just how we roll.

Comments

  1. Ann Kenny says:

    Love this one, Katie!! I, too, love The Helper! It must be a small town thing. That, and Donkey
    Basketball. :)

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