More than a little off topic, but I figure you could use the warning: my folks had a fued like that... dad was a city boy, mom was a farm girl... she was raised on lunchmeat, he was raised on PB&J. When they got married he mentioned several times he wasn't a rich farm kid, and for lunch he wanted PB&J. She made him PB and Grape Jelly every day for months. He finally attempted to make peace and asked her to at least change the flavor of the jelly. I don't want to think about what your little lady would feed you if you gave her crap about a miss, hogdogs
