On the way home from dinner one evening...
Hubs: "Do you need to stop anywhere before home?"
Me: "Yeah. Supermarket. I need to get farro."
Hubs: "I can't tell if you're making this up."
Me: "I'm not! It's farro!!! F-A-R-R-O! Farro!"
Hubs: "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Me: "FARRO! IT'S FARRO! OMG!"
farro. (Please note that I'm a pretty lousy food stylist... look at all those stray bits... yeesh.) I made a warm salad with sauteed broccoli rabe and diced ham, then threw a couple of fried eggs on top. I didn't make a dressing because I kept the yolks runny so that was more than enough yummy goodness over the farro.
So now the hubs knows what farro is and won't think I'm playing a trick when I put it on the shopping list. He might get it wrong and buy something completely different, but at least he knows I'm not making shit up.