Distracted by...Feeding the Husband

My husband is actually really easy to keep happy. He just wants a decent sandwich for lunch and meat and potatoes for dinner. (Well, and some other stuff, but this is a PG blog.) He's perfectly capable of making a sandwich, obviously, but I like to do it for him. Lately he's been announcing his hunger in a very dramatic fashion, by listing into the room, hand to forehead, falling onto the bed or sofa, and wailing, "Woe is me! Will NO ONE make me a sandwich?" It's pretty damn funny.

So here's the thing. He likes mayo - a ton of it - on his sandwich. In an effort to make him something slightly healthier, I bought the Kraft Mayo with Olive Oil. I hid it (right smack in the middle of the fridge, so there was no chance he would see it) and the first time I used it I didn't tell him. I just asked how the sandwich was, and he said "great!" Then I told him it was not his regular full-octane mayo, but the olive oil kind with half the fat and calories of regular mayo. He said it was good, and so with that official endorsement we just got a little healthier. Baby steps, people, baby steps.