I know this is trivial, but I swear the Wild Boar and I have this same conversation EVERY SINGLE NIGHT with our meal.
With dinner we always have a salad.
I have 12-inch diameter dinner plates, the big white ones from Crate & Barrel that are part of their diner collection.
I purposely bought these plates so I didn’t have to shove food together. There is plenty of space on the plate for meat, salad and a vegetable. Did I mention these plates are big?
However, every night, like clockwork, the Wild Boar says, “Why do we have to have our salad on the same plate as our other dinner items? I can’t stand it if even one piece of my lettuce touches a warm part of my meal.”
Seriously we’re talking one or two “little” pieces of lettuce . AGAIN, THE PLATES ARE HUGE! I did say that right?
Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. He feels we should eat our meal in courses. (Insert maniacal laughter here).
Such as salad first, then the main course. Gee, wouldn’t that be some kind of terrific if I could serve dinner in courses and eat my salad (that he wants served on chilled plate, did I mention that) while I manage the meal still cooking on the stove.
He says all restaurants serve salad on separate plates in courses. MY POINT EXACTLY! Restaurants do this, not home kitchens (well some might) with hooligans dancing around your kitchen island.
Anyway, I hate it when my salad is on another plate. I grew up with the whole, “It all goes to the same stomach” argument and I guess it has always stuck with me.
I know you are saying, just put his salad in a bowl and be done with it. I know I could but there must be some kind of sub-conscious block going on.
If we are having a particularly saucy meal it does resonate in my mind to separate the salad from the meal but otherwise I just zone out and plate up the meal.
My point is, the Wild Boar thinks I am the only person in this galaxy who puts salad on the plate with hot food.
I don’t feel I’m the only one. Am I? Am I the only one?
I’m okay with the truth.