Sunday, June 6, 2010

Stubborn Salad

John and I were having dinner at one of our favorite restaurants last night with the usual suspects, T, G, and E.  When the waiter brought my order, I glanced down at the table and nearly jumped out of my seat.


"It's looking at me!"

How can you eat food that's staring right back at you off the plate?? I knew immediately that this would be one of those dinners where I mooched from John's meal and just played around with MY food.

I thought that if my dinner had to have a face, it should at least be smiling. Goofily.

Terese suggested adding a mustache made with fries filched from John's order. Which was delicious, by the way. Sounds gross, but...........fries smothered with all the innards of a reuben sandwich are pretty danged tasty.

"Well hello, Monsieur Googley - Eyed Tuna Salad Man! So nice to make your acquaintance."


"Begging your pardon, but would you mind if I took a chomp out of your left eye?"


Disagreeable, are we? Well then. Into the doggie bag clamshell for you!

Fast forward to 7AM the next morning as I'm standing in front of the refrigerator bleary-eyed and bunny slipper-footed. I reached for the coffee creamer.

Whoa! I swear - honest and true - Monsieur GETSM threw himself out of the refrigerator and smashed onto the floor!

You'll never take me alive, Julia...AAAAAaaaaaaaaaa!


I was stunned by his decision to take his life into his own hands, er.....tomato, er.....french fry.....or whatever.

Sniff. *Julia wipes an emotional tear from her eye*. Gotta admire a salad that stands courageously by it's principles.

I paused for a respectful moment of silence before sending his splattered remains down the garbage disposal.

1 comment:

Nellie, Yuchie, Calvert and Bailey said...


This is hysterical! Can it be that all schnauzer parents are as "imaginative" as we are?

I've never seen a salad take its own life, that's why I eat meat!

Have a great weekend.