My husband is a picky eater.
I know I’ve mentioned this…It kind of consumes me.
Most normal people would be super happy that all they had to cook to make their husband happy was “Matt Casserole”, which consists of ground hamburger with doritos crushed over the top. But it just really irritates me sometimes.
I think what irritates me the most is that there’s no logic to his dislikes….He hates all vegetables, but loves green bean casserole and beef stew. He loves buffalo chicken sandwiches, but won’t eat hot wings.
So, it’s always an adventure when trying to please Matt with food.
My husband has been busy at work – he didn’t even get to see the boys yesterday. He left the house at 4am and got home after the boys went to their sleepover.
I, always the pleaser, decided that I would make special “Matt Food” today, just for him.
I went to the store and found some french bread…OOooo! French Bread Pizza! He likes thick crust pizzas, I’ll bet he’ll love that!
I found his favorite chocolate ice cream…On sale. Score. No brainer, there.
I was wandering around in the chocolate sauces, because Matt loves chocolate sauce on…everything. I suddenly remembered something from my past:
Phosphates! I haven’t made phosphates in years!
Running (not walking) down the aisle, I grabbed some seltzer water and some whipped cream.
“He will so so love these!” I squealed. To the yogurt aisle.
Phosphates are an old soda fountain drink. They’re just flavoring and carbonated water. You’re supposed to add phosphoric acid to make it a ‘true’ phosphate. But I don’t have any phosphoric acid laying around today, so we’ll just fake it.
Seltzer water, chocolate sauce, whipped cream…I even had some maraschino cherries.
More cool glasses courtesy of my neighbor Barb.
Chocolate in the bottom…
Matt the chocoholic wouldn’t touch one.
“Chocolate and soda? Amy…yuck.”
That’s fine. I drank his. And mine.
Pour chocolate sauce into the bottom of a glass. Fill about 3/4 up with seltzer, then top with whipped cream.
He better dig my french bread pizzas.