February 11, 2010

  • Nothing says,"I heard you" like salad at supper. One of the things that bothers me the most about The Chief is when he cooks and the menu items are meat and a starch. Not always potatoes, but sometimes noodles or rice. The man can be versatile with his starches- sometimes he'll even throw in some corn or peas. The other night when faced with a meat and potatoes plate and no vegetable I was a little crotchety and threw a little tantrum about the NO VEGETABLE policy he was enforcing. Today he went shopping and there was salad for supper. There was even radicchio in the salad mix. Big green olives with minced garlic.  Tomatoes. Julienned carrots. yummmy.

    I bought a little peeler that made julienne segments out of what ever vegetable is on hand that will lend itself to that kind of artistry.  I worked at it, and may I modestly say I sucked at it. Being the Domestic God that he is, The Chief whips out perfectly julienned slivers of carrot. He is a marvel with that tool. And I thank him from the bottom of my heart because it pleases me so.

    Blessings Abound