A bunch of meat-loving guys at work married vegetarian/vegan wives. Every now and then, I get invited as a token carnivorous female to tag along and observe their "National Day of Meat." Your feast sets the new standard.
I always knew that love was blind but does it have to be stupid and lacking a palate as well? Unreal! People at my house have a choice, eat what I fix or go hungry! I'll happily cater to genuine allergies but fussiness is unacceptable. You go, Maytag!