I’m sitting in Pizza Hut for the second week in a row - since she doesn’t really get to have it much anymore, MrsT has developed a taste for pizza, and I don’t cook on Fridays, so here I am.
I made a salad and a quick dressing that we’ll have once I get home. I had to laugh over this story from yesterday:
Since I’d had a butt scope yesterday, I didn’t cook (well, I heated up a can of soup). MrsT wanted a salad, so she cut up all the stuff for one salad (with a serrated knife
) but the last dressing I’d made was several days ago and looking a little…lumpy.
“Well, crap! What am I gonna do now?!”
I told her, “Get in the fridge and get that mustard out, put a couple of tablespoons a jar…now, put about half again as much olive oil…a couple of splashes of cider vinegar…and a glug of maple syrup…salt and pepper…now shake it up and taste it, too sharp, add more syrup or oil, too sweet, more vinegar, and adjust the salt and pepper.”
All that took about four minutes, and she said, “That’s
it?! That’s all you do for dressing!?”
Just when I was feeling pretty cool and awesome in the eyes of my kitchen-challenged wife, she added, “…and I thought you were busting your azz making dressing, and it turns out anybody can do it!”