My husband is an ectomorph, one of those naturally slender, willowy people who glide through life without their thighs rubbing together. If we met as children, I would have had to stack him up with two other ectomorphs to play see-saw. He weighed less in college than I weighed in 6th grade. He’s shaped like a board of matzo. I am an Easter Egg. Even if I perpendicularize myself–that is, stand sideways while he is front on–I am still wider than he is. It’s not only that he doesn’t gain weight when he eats. He just doesn’t love to eat. If he’s busy, or tired, or a bit distracted, he FORGETS TO EAT. Who forgets to eat? Not me. Ever.
At no time are our differences more prominent than when we are traveling. This week, we traveled Southern California. As we were traveling during the Jewish holiday of Passover where we could not eat food with leavening, our choices were already limited. And, as we were scheduled to arrive on Easter Sunday, I was in sheer panic that I would starve to death by Monday.
“I’m packing a steamer trunk of Kosher-for-Passover Matzo and Chocolate,” I announced.
“Don’t bother. We’ll bring a few Matzos and get stuff there,” he said.
“A few matzos? What will I eat on the plane? What if everything is closed? What if no one in California carries matzo? We will be there for 5 DAYS!”
We arrived at the airport and got through security in enough time for me to visit the airport market and stuff my carry-on with hard-boiled eggs, fruit, and nuts. As soon as the plane landed at noon, I made a discreet call to the Whole Foods of La Jolla, California and learned that they were open until 10 PM that night. Now, all I had worry about was whether the Whole Foods person I spoke with knew what she was talking about, and whether hubby would get so wrapped up in the beauty of sunny Southern California that he would choose to drift around on some stupid beach and lose interest in food.
Hubby’s first words when we got the rental car were “Let’s explore the beach.” He quickly added, “And we can find some lunch in town before checking into the hotel.” Whew.
I discovered that, indeed, there are fruits and vegetables and proteins in Southern California. I discovered that supermarkets, Trader Joe’s and Peet’s Coffee were open on Easter Sunday, and that there were half-price Passover snacks at Ralph’s. Lo and behold, I did not starve. In fact, I did so much “non-starving” that it took miles and miles of walking to “pass over” any weight gain. Glad to be home again.