Mike decided to challenge me today, to prove that there is a method to my madness.
The inherent problem in that logic is that I have many methods to my madness…depending on the situation, and the degree of madness involved. In today’s particular instance, he was referring to the specific way I like my salad prepared at Moe’s Southwest Grill.
Apparently, I make odd requests.
I like my salad in a bowl—no tortilla shell salad bowl for me—with extra lettuce, half a portion of beans and just a pinch of cheese (because if I cut the calories there, I can get the cookie for dessert) lots of chicken, and extra salsa, onions and cucumbers. Plus two creamy chipotle ranch dressings (even though I rarely eat more than the first one). The guys at Moe’s know me when they see me coming. They already know what I’m going to ask for before I ask. My husband thinks that’s funny. That was when he decided on the “experiment.”
He would have me order two salads precisely the way I like it. One for me, and one for him. He told the man behind the counter to make his to my exact specifications. No deviations. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
Or so he said.
I think it was an elaborately put together scheme to get me to eat a salad instead of a hamburger. Maybe even a chance to poke a little fun at me for my quirkiness. I don’t know if he learned anything by eating the salad the way I like it, but I learned that he likes his salad better his way—lots of beans, less chicken, jalapenos, and almost no dressing. Oh, and no cookie. That’s fine. To each his own. I like dressing. And cookies. And most of the time I like my husband too…even if he has a little madness of his own.
This weekend wasn’t overly long in the grand scheme of things, but all in all, it was a pretty good weekend. I’ll be sad to see it end. Then again, there will be another weekend in just a short several days away.
I’ll be ready!
Until the next time…I’ll be decorating for Halloween all day tomorrow!