There is little in the culinary world that I despise more than 'comfort food'. Probably because I had so much of it growing up. Holidays, therefore, present a special challenge in this regard. Foolishly, I thought my preference reason enough to suggest we do something else.
Her: "What do you want for Thanksgiving dinner?"
Me: "Let's do something different this year."
Her: "Oh. So which is it: You don't like what I cook or you don't like the way I cook it."
Me: "That's a false dichotomy - there are other options. And besides, why do you ask if you don't want an answer?"
Her: "You're right, baby."
At least I got to dream I was eating hot wings and bacon tacos for Thanksgiving...