Is It Wrong To Force-Feed My Husband?

It's cold and windy, and I'm feeling grumpy today.  So, I've turned on my favorite-smelling wax and prescribed myself a nap.

That was all I got written down before I actually fell asleep.  Now it's 2:00 A.M. and I'm wide awake-- but no longer grumpy... that's what I get for napping after 4:00 in the... evening?  Afternoon?  4:00 is an odd one.  Because 3:00 is definitely afternoon.  And 5:00 is pretty solid for evening.  I'll call it evennoon.  No.  Afterning.  Four O'clock in the afterning.  heheh.  Reminds me of a song I heard called 9:00 in the afternoon.  I was singing it one day when I realized... there is no 9:00 in the afternoon... mysterious.

Okay.  Anyway, Anton has been a little on edge the past couple weeks.  He's gone into "hate Russians" mode.  There is a special place in the heart of every resident of any former Soviet Union state that is dedicated to hating all things Russia (except Russians, of course--they love themselves enough for everyone).  He's getting better, though.  I think he's either letting it go, or finding someone else to rant to.  Probably finding someone else to rant to.

I switched topics with the after school kids and am now doing food... but not advertising it because then every single child in the whole school will come to my class, and that would be a nightmare for me to plan for.  So, we do mostly food crafty things and include a little dance so that we don't have to change the name.  But I am trying to think of activity plans that include kids doing something with food.  So far we're making peach pie pops, banana snowmen (because it snowed today, blast this weather!), and edible paint, which we will use to paint food.
I need to come up with the grand finale lesson in three weeks--we're supposed to go out with a bang!  So any suggestions are appreciated.

Speaking of food, I asked Kyle for some recipes of things he's been learning to cook in Arizona.  He gave me some good feedback, but I can't make most of it because it includes barbecue sauce, which my husband doesn't like.  You know, he complains about me not cooking (and I admit I don't really cook that much anymore) but I tried when we first got married.  He just didn't like any of the things I was used to making.  He won't eat anything barbecue-esque, he hates the way I cook potatoes (or any kind of breakfast food), he won't eat my goulash (something I could live off of for days), he dislikes anything whole-wheaty, and he doesn't even eat my potato salad (Mom's potato salad).  I'm not saying I'm blameless, because clearly there are other things I could learn to make, but cooking is more stressful for me than I thought it would be (with such a picky, demanding husband, anyway...maybe if he suffered through my child's-size serving of burnt vegetables, it wouldn't be so bad).

P.S.  I am proud to announce that I made a very delicious chicken gravy from one of my recipe books!  Just the gravy, though...  One step at a time, I guess.