Have you ever wondered what would happen if you held your breath under water for five full minutes while juggling petrified dinosaur droppings?
You’d die. That’s what would happen. What a stupid question — I can’t believe you asked me that.
Anyway, that’s not why I called you here today. This meeting’s agenda is about the trials and tribulations of losing your lunch. Or in this case, dinner.
One of my husband’s favorite meals is beef, be it tri-tip or pot roast or whatever, accompanied by white steamed rice and cucumber salad. The weirdo likes to pile each dish on top of each other like a sundae with beef on the bottom and the cucumber salad on top.
Blech.
I personally, don’t like any of my food touching each other, which can be challenging at holidays, but I’m determined not to have my mashed potatoes taste like green ambrosia marshmallows. I want each thing to taste like itself, not like its neighbor.
Where was I? Oh yeah, cucumber salad.
This meal is easy to fix and my husband was really looking forward to dinner. Did I mention it’s one of his favorites?
So he pulls the tri-tip off of the barbeque, the rice cooker beeps its ready signal and we’re completely in sync, like a musical dance in the kitchen of food preparation. The table is set (and by table, I mean the TV trays on the couch because we are about to watch the exciting adventures of Doctor Who).
All I have to do is pull the made-ahead-of-time cucumber salad out of the refrigerator and we are ready to go!
I swing the refrigerator door open.
I grab the salad off the top shelf and…
And that’s when the music died.
{SIGH}
Underwater Image Source: Zeevveez
