I think my husband has finally learned to speak Jessica. I know that sometimes he does not fully understand me or what I say. Like when we were first dating and he would pick on me, I would jokingly call him an asshole. Because in my household we call each other names from time to time. We don’t mean them to be taken seriously, personally, or to actually hurt any feelings. For example, once when my sister was about 5 years old, my Dad (Joey) told her no to something she wanted, so she went upstairs and drew a picture of a donkey on a Wanted poster. And wrote in “WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE: JACKASS JOEY”. A few months go by, and my Dad is looking for a sheet of paper…and he came across this little drawing. He immediately stormed downstairs and shoved the drawing in my Mom’s face, assuming this was somehow her doing. After laughing so hard she almost peed, she admitted she had never seen it before. So they then asked my sister, Haley, and she said “Yes Daddy, I was mad at you”. My Mom loved the name so much that it has stuck around for the past 10 years and has even been shortened to JJ…and the “artwork” has been saved right along next to my sisters turkey hand-print painting for the day we finally remember to frame it.
That is my background, while Jorge was raised the exact opposite. And, as I learned a year after dating, he was actually upset and hurt when I would call him names, but was too kind to actually say anything. By the time he finally told me he had already started to come around to finding my potty mouth endearing. But even after two years of marriage he is still figuring out what I actually mean when I say certain things. Like when I say “Thank You”, I mean it. I really do. But when I say “Thanks A Lot”…well…that is more along the lines of “Thanks For Taking So Long That I Ended Up Doing It Myself”. And in the past, when I have said “Thanks A Lot” (with sarcasm dripping off of every word), he has actually said “Oh, I’m so sorry!” and meant it! Well this weekend, I asked him to do something…probably 3 times. I finally got up and did it myself. Sat down and said “Thanks A Lot” and without missing a beat he said “You’re Welcome”. Which just confirms that being a smartass is contagious.
As for this Israeli Couscous Tomato Salad, I made this for the Girl’s Picnic and it was perfect for it! It is best served room temperature, which makes it perfect to travel with! I really like the onions in this and found the turmeric to add great flavor and will definitely make this again for an easy lunch!
2 cups Israeli couscous
2 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
3 large yellow onions (Spanish or sweet), halved and sliced
1 tablespoon brown sugar
1 tablespoon balsamic vinegar
1 teaspoon turmeric
1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper
salt and pepper to taste
1 pint cherry tomatoes, halved
Drop the couscous into a large pot of rapidly boiling, salted water, and cook like pasta, until al dente, about 7 minutes. Drain and rinse briefly under cool water.
Meanwhile, caramelize the onions. Heat the olive oil in a large, wide skillet over medium-high heat, then add the onions and 1/2 teaspoon salt. Saute, stirring occasionally, until translucent, about 15 minutes. Sprinkle in the brown sugar, balsamic, turmeric, cayenne pepper, salt, pepper and continue cooking for 5 more minutes.
Then reduce the heat to low and cook, stirring frequently, for 10 minutes longer, or until very soft and sweet.
Stir in the cooked couscous, top with the tomatoes, and serve at room temperature. (You may serve this dish hot, but I preferred is room temperature.)
Adapted from: 5 Second Rule