While I do most of the cooking in our house, my husband is happy to jump in when necessary, and in fact, enjoys cooking whenever he can. He threw this salad together for me while I am deep into schoolwork in an effort to finish a paper before the kids come home from school. After 27 years of going to school (mostly on, a tiny bit off, and no, I am not joking about the 27 years), I am nearing the final stretch! Woooot!! In the meantime, salad and deadlines.
Romaine lettuce (just the head, torn into pieces)
Red Bellpepper (sliced into strips)
White onion (rough-chopped)
Pepitas, roasted & salted (pumpkin seeds)
Red cherry tomatoes
Hard-boiled egg (rough-chopped)
Not a lot of rules here. Use whatever quantity of ingredients look good to you and toss!
Any dressing will work, but he used an Apple-Cider Vinaigrette (click on link for the recipe). He used Maille-brand Old Style Mustard in place of the Dijon because he knows I think the seeds are purrrdy.)
It seems my oldest son has inherited my mostly fortunate gift of receiving Karma immediately after his lovely or not-so-lovely acts. I don’t generally walk around worrying that “it’s” coming someday but when?! Oh, it’ll happen. And it will happen pretty dang quickly.
So I picked up my darling 12-year-old from school yesterday and after getting settled into the car, with a big grin on his face, he asked me if one of his knees looked swollen compared to the other with a scratch on it. Yea, a little bit. What happened? “I fell down the stairs,” he tells me. Oh! Well, it seems you’re alright. Right? I mean, you’re grinning. How did you fall down the stairs?
His story was basically that he decided that he should tell a girl that his friend had a crush on her. The friend was not with him at the time, and the friend had not given him permission to share the news. My son saw her in the hall and went running after her (what was he thinking??), but something went awry. He acted out for me how he stumbled over himself, his books and bag went flying, his arms flew out next to him causing him to whack a different girl, and they both went tumbling down the stairs. I looked at him somewhat stunned for just a second before he told me that he jumped up and went over to the fallen girl and asked her if she was okay and offered to help her up. THAT’S my boy. She said she was fine and quickly left. Obviously, right? And did you gather your things and continue after the girl-crush to share your friend’s business? “No!” he exclaimed. “I thought the Universe really did not want me sharing his business, so I walked away.”
I’m pretty sure at that point my grin was bigger than his. Then I laughed out loud and told him I would have paid money to see that whole experience play out. He laughed and said it was hilarious. And not embarrassing at all!
“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”