Amsterdam Ave. - Or This Could Mean I Need a Job

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Or This Could Mean I Need a Job

Made croutons tonight. The conversation with my husband earlier today went like this: “Are there any kinds of salads that you do like or will eat?” “Yeah. Those kinds with all the other stuff in them. Like those taco salads, or—” “Ones with deli meat?” “Yeah.” “So you like something potentially healthy only when it’s made definitely not healthy?” “Yes.”

I will hide his salad under my homemade croutons tomorrow night and slather it with homemade caesar dressing to fool him into eating lettuce and cucumbers. Not that homemade’s healthier, but at least it’s fresh.