My husband loves macadamia nuts. His parents gave a jar of them to him and his sister every year as a stocking stuffer at Christmas when they were growing up. Sometimes they still do.
So, when we got married, I bought a jar of the roasted Hawaiian nuts for Christmas morning. On a trip to Sam’s Club that first year, I found a large box of CHOCOLATE COVERED macadamia nuts. Eureka! A little something extra for him! He kissed me on Christmas morning and told me how thoughtful it was of me.
Chocolate covered macadamia nuts became a holiday tradition. We had a tradition!
When we had been married about 14 years, I mentioned that the chocolated covered nuts were scarce that year. My husband said, “You don’t have to get me any. It’s okay.”
“No, no” I said. “I get them every year, I’ll keep looking.”
He said, “No, really. You don’t have to get them.”
“But you like them so much,” I replied.
“No, I don’t. I don’t like them at all.”
“What?! But you eat them every year.”
“No, I don’t,” he said.
“Then who does?” I asked, incredulous.
“You do,” he said, with only the hint of a smirk.