"There's a salad for you in the fridge," he says. "Let me know if you don't want it and I'll eat it tomorrow."
I'm just home from work and hungry, "Thanks!" I reply. "I'll take it."
"It's pretty complete," he says.
He's not kidding.
Broccoli, red pepper, roasted asparagus, onion, mushroom, quinoa, radishes, peanuts, raisins, and cilantro. A kiss of olive oil and a soupçon of soy sauce. (Soy sauce! I would never have thought of that.)
I tend to make rather minimalist salads, with two or three ingredients. Mr. M obviously has a mind above lettuce leaves - he goes for the gusto and throws in everything available. The results are delicious.
Thanks, Mr. M. You can make salad for me anytime.
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