Inevitably when two people forge a new life together, they discover things they thought were normal can be perceived as "strange" to others.
We had one of those moments today.
There are many things, whether it be sayings or habits, that make my husband grin and say "Is that a White/Guyton thing or an Alabama thing?" Sometimes I take to Facebook and find out it's unique to my family. Othertimes friends and family from home respond with "WHAT? You mean people in NC don't say/do that?!?" so we know it's regional.
Since we slept in this morning and had a late breakfast, we had a late lunch, and I decided it needed to be light as well. Turns out my husband has NEVER had a pineapple sandwich. He's never even HEARD of it. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. I guess I've just eaten them when he's been at work.
So after lunch, he googles it, and discovers that it is an Alabama tradition, and not something crazy I made up.
After reading the article, he informed me he didn't get the true deal, because it's not supposed to be on wheat bread. I didn't tell him, but I actually bought him some white bread for his sandwiches this week. Married life is all about compromises, after all. And my parents, when I told them about it, said "You mean you didn't put any cheese on it for him?"
Maybe one day I'll get it right.
But I'm not going to hold my breath or anything.