If you ask him whether he wants a salad or a burger, 9 times out of 10, the man wants a salad. Ask him where he wants to go to celebrate a birthday or special occasion and I get this “Let’s go to ___________, I can get a good salad there”.
And he’s being serious.
Especially when I roast some of the garden vegetables and make my own dressing.
1. Chop broccoli, mushrooms, peppers, any other vegetables into same size pieces.
2. Drizzle with olive oil and any herbs/seasonings.
4. Roast at a high temperature (450+) for 20-30 minutes.
He thinks this is good eating! I just smile and thank him for being so cooperative since I didn’t really want to make burgers unless they were on the grill and we all know I don’t touch the grill. I could eat salad most any day and each one different. Well, NONE of them will ever have beets so in that way they are all similar. Summers bring out my inner salad making diva self.
He likes it when I get sassy in an apron surrounded by lettuce. Because he knows salad is coming soon. And he loves salad more than burgers. The shock is still monumental to me after 10 years.
So why am I rewarding my husband with salad?
Well, it all started out like this. After his father passed away, Stephen got busy making a workshop. His father was contractor and passed many of his skills on to his kids. Stephen wanted to make his workshop by himself with just his hands and tools from his father. He wanted something his father would have been proud of.
Ladder leading to storage loft
Done with walls, loft, ladder, door, and shingles. (I was not here the day he stood the ladder in the truck. I’m glad he spared me that heart attack).
Siding and shingles to match the house.
Loft…with most of my junk. Or my “girly house stuff”.
He admires these like I admire running shoes and plates/bowls.
Counters, shelves, and lights.
Organization obsessed, anyone?
His own and his father’s tool belts.
Since he is an electrician, he did all the spark work himself.
His father’s level. This thing contributed to the construction of 30 houses and businesses a year over the course of 35 years. That’s a lot of real estate this thing traveled.
And when he retired, he caught up on some fishing. He had some great years after he put his hammer down in 2000.
I would say Stephen accomplished his goal. He paid careful attention to each and every cut, nail, saw, wire and staple. Just like his father taught him.