Relationship Revelations

I had a most startling revelation this morning. Living with me may sometimes be problematic, so to speak.

My wife and I were looking through "Milk Street," one of my absolute favorite cooking magazines. This, in and of itself, was a minor miracle. Apparently, "Oooh! That looks good," becomes somewhat annoying after the first three recipes in the magazine.

So, in a nutshell, here's how our morning went. It started with a sharp intake of air.

Her: They all look good. Don't even say it.
Me: I wasn't going to say anything. Really. A thought just popped in my head. That's all.
Her: Mmm hmm. This Stir Fry Pork with Sweet Peppers and Peanuts looks really good.
Me: We have peanuts! (We always have peanuts, but that's another story.)
Her: Do we have pork?
Me: Well... Ummm... No.
Her: Do we have scallions?
Me: If we do, they're dead and gone by now!
Her: Do we have chili-garlic sauce?
Me: What's that?
Her: But we have peanuts.
Me: Oh yes! Most definitely!
Her: Can we make the recipe?
Me: Ummm... Well... No. I suppose not.

She mumbled something about thank God for peanuts and seemed to question my sanity.

So here's the question. Do I try to adjust my less than stellar habits, or do I address her lack of tolerance for said habits?

Let's just chalk that question up as rhetoric for now.