Last night The Prince and I decided to have a salad for dinner.
I like simple salads. I wanted lentils, mixed greens, cucumber, a little onion, some sprinkled sunflower seeds and some balsamic vinaigrette.
The Prince started cutting up veggies. He asked if he could put some mushrooms in the salad.
"Sure," I said, "But nothing else."
I went to change out of my work clothes and came back to see a mountain of raw cauliflower dumped on top of the aforementioned ingredients.
"NOOOOO. NO CAULIFLOWER. WE HAD CAILIFLOWER LAST NIGHT."
"Tough luck, sweetie, it's going to go bad if we don't eat it."
I stomped away, whining the whole time.
When I peeked into the kitchen again, I saw him slicing some red pepper. A whole red pepper.
"WHY ARE YOU ADDING RED PEPPER? YOU CAN'T JUST THROW EVERYTHING IN THE FRIDGE INTO A BOWL AND CALL IT A SALAD!"
"Kitten. You are a VEGETARIAN. You're supposed to like vegetables."
I ignored this and proceeded to pout.
When it was time to sit down and eat, I stabbed my fork angrily into the "salad", which was really more like a giant bowl of mixed refrigerator contents.
My fork came out carrying a giant chunk of zucchini.
"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME? WHY IS THERE ZUCCHINI IN HERE?"
Am I alone in thinking that this is a total "guy thing"? I find that every time The Prince makes a salad or soup, he figures that EVERYTHING in the fridge is fair game. This always results in a huge bowl of mixed WHATEVER.
And I hate it.
Related: Rustic Salad.
That is all.