It took me almost 13 years of marriage to learn ...

Funny how bulk cooking does me in. Last night I was preparing to make several dozen Snickerdoodles for the jr high and high school puppet teams to munch on today during practice after morning worship. I had all the ingredients - so I thought.

Nope, I find out at 9 p.m. once I have the kitchen to myself. NO EGGS?!

So my husband is kind enough to go to the store for me (in exchange for me doing all the Sunday ironing, but I digress.) Of course, you can't run to the store for one thing around this house, and I quickly jotted down a few more items for him - Virginia Ham from the deli (the ONLY kind Keaton will eat); sliced, pre-packaged ham for my husband (the ONLY kind Bobby will eat); and some mini bagels.

He arrived home with everything on the list. No comments were made.

Tonight on the way home from church, he asks me: "Do you know where Deli Ham comes from?"

Me: "Um ... the deli?"

Him: "It comes from a great big ham, and they just slice it off!"

Me: "You just discovered this?"

Him: "Yeah. Who knew?"

Me: "Everyone knows this. Where did you think it came from?"

Him: (Wistfully) "I never knew ..."

OK, this is perhaps one of the weirdest exchanges I have had with my husband of nearly 13 years. He's always said, rather forcefully, that he does not eat deli meats, but now I'm wondering if it was because he thought they were actually slicing cardboard back there.

Who knows what I'll discover during the next 13 years of marriage??