Teflon. Tantrums. Nuts.

So, our first fight was about Teflon. I know, a little ridiculous. But, not at the time it wasn't. Isn't that how it is with most fights?  Errr....disagreements?  So, a little background...if you don't know Dan, he likes to eat healthy. He made me a garden for the balcony and plants me yummy herbs, tomatoes and lettuce so we know what is in our food. He is very insistent on washing everything numerous times to get off the pesticides and he recycles...everything. He hates waste and cares so much about the environment and the world around us that I truly feel bad. I don't always buy organic. I throw away plastic forks and spoons, and I don't always bring my own bags to the grocery store. In fact, if I forget them in the car, I rarely go out and get them and I even let the baggers use plastics bags. Dan has made me so much more aware, and I appreciate that about him...most of the time. On this particular night, though, I didn't. And he didn't appreciate that I didn't.  I was making these, might I say, amazing chocolate pistachio lava cakes. While Dan eats healthy most of the time, he has this weakness for chocolate, and sweets, and chips and salsa, and well, now I've got him hooked on cheese and crackers too. And, not velveeta. So, I decide to make him this chocolate yummy dessert and well, honestly, it was probably more for me. But, there I was making pistachio butter and melting chocolate when he walks over and gasps. Ok, maybe that is my rendition. But, in my world, he gasps and says something like,"How could you stir the Teflon pan with a metal utensil! You're going to leach the Teflon into our food and we're gong to die!" It was probably more like, "Hon, could you not use metal on that pan? You know it hurts the non-stick coating." Thing is, he had mentioned it before, but I'm kind of a newbie to this awareness of earth and chemicals in our environment thing, and I forgot.  So, I get all upset because, well, I get a little defensive when I am called out.  He gets all upset because, well, he cares about our health, and I don't like admitting that he is right...sometimes.  So, I, with a great flourish, dump the batter in trash can (to be sure we don't get any toxins) and hide in the bathroom to take a shower, my way of getting a space/throw a tantrum.  I came out to Dan sitting on the couch shelling pistachio nuts with chocolate melting on the stove.  I sat down next to him and picked up a nut too.  We sat and talked, cracking the shells off far more pistachios then we really needed.  We talked about our future, how we wanted to be around for each other for a long time, and family.  Even though disagreements are never fun and are often trivial in retrospect, it is how you resolve them that tells you what someone is really made of.  For Christmas, our stockings were full of coated utensils and our kitchen containers are full of pistachios.  Perhaps it is time for more lava cakes?