The Bread Dilemma

It has almost been a year since Luke and I got married and it has flown by.

You always hear that the first year is hard to survive, but I feel like ours wasn't bad. Did we fight? Heck yes. But for the most part it was a great first year of marriage.

While thinking back on our first year I thought of our first fight.

It occurred at the grocery store.

You see, we didn't live together before we got married, so we had never gone grocery shopping together.

So the week we got back from our honeymoon we ventured out to the grocery store. Excited about the endless opportunities that awaited us.

Our first time grocery shopping as Husband and Wife. Good times were sure to be had.

We began our grocery shopping in the fruit aisle and it seemed that everything was going smoothly

Then it happened. Our first grocery shopping dilemma.

We arrived at the bread aisle and we both naturally reached for our preferred bread.

White bread for me.
Wheat bread for Luke.

We looked at each other, waiting for the other one to fold.

We had our very own stare-down right there on aisle 3 holding our bread of choice.

Luke asked me if I was serious about getting white bread.

I explained to him that I grew up eating wheat bread, and it wasn't until I went to college that I discovered the delicious freedom that white bread held, and the thought of going back to wheat bread made me want to vomit, I couldn't possibly imagine trying to eat it. I would rather starve.

I think it was at this point that he accused me of being dramatic.

Which I still don't understand, I'm not dramatic.

I suggested we each buy our own loaf, but this was of course out of the question for my penny-pinching husband.

So we were stuck.

I don't remember exactly how it escalated, but I do remember one of us throwing the bread back on the shelf, and then walking off.

We then went our separate ways in the grocery store. The Bread Dilemma had gotten the best of us.

I distinctly remember us passing each other in one of the aisles and not even saying a word.

At that time, the sight of that wheat-bread-eating-man, disgusted me.

Luke had the grocery cart, so I just wandered around the store aimlessly, eventually winding up in the magazine aisle.

Somehow, someway, amidst the bread drama we came back together and agreed upon a plan.

We would alternate breads. This week wheat bread, next week white, and so on.

It was an excellent plan that is still working for us almost a year later.

Although I have been known to sneak a white bread in two weeks in a row.

And I have to say, when we told my mom this story the only thing she said was: "I can't believe you eat white bread now, I raised you to eat wheat."

So, what are you??? A Wheat or White Bread person???