Meant to be

Soon after Glenn and I started dating we had a conversation that I was reluctant to have.  But because of what was said that night, I knew that we were destined to be together.

Growing up my mom had to feed 9 kids every morning.  We usually came into the kitchen to see a huge pot just like this on the stove top.  Usually it was filled with oatmeal or rice.  But sometimes.....sometimes it was filled with a delicious porridge like mush called (please don't come after me blog police because this is really what it is called, I don't have a crass bone in my body) Lumpy Dick.  Dick is an English/British term for a boiled pudding, and because you mix egg yolks and flour to make lumpy dumplings the name is justified.

So back to Glenn and I on one of our first dates.  We were talking and I said "My mom makes a delicious breakfast that we all love and you will never guess the name!".  (because why wouldn't you bring up Lumpy Dick in front of a cute boy you wanted to impress?)  As soon as I said it I instantly regretted it, because of course he wouldn't know what it was and now I would have to say it.

Without missing a beat Glenn said " What, Lumpy Dick".

Our eyes met and I knew it was destiny.  Seriously, very few people know what Lumpy Dick is, and I couldn't believe he knew the name of this porridge that was near and dear to my heart.

My mom grew up a Farmer's daughter in the small town of Preston, Idaho.  Glenn's mom lived there for a few years as well.  I guess between the Idaho connection and having a Mormon Pioneer heritage, they both had Lumpy Dick in their cooking repertoire.

I never mentioned this to anyone else I dated.  They probably would have run the other way.  But not Glenn.

He was crazy enough to marry me.