Well I had planned the perfect Sunday dinner and we sat down to eat. The sandwiches turned out great but the Caesar Salad not so much. I managed to feed my husband contaminated Caesar salad. We discovered it before my kids ate it. I had the salad first and thought this tastes different. Then Tim had some. He thought it tasted funny too. I kept eating while he checked the bottle. Our dressing had expired. Gross. What a waste of romaine lettuce. Lettuce is expensive.
Anyway, I'm sure after the post on Saturday my husband would have been thinking Es-tu Brute? I'm in the clear because I had the most.
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I'm really sorry you wasted your lettuce.
(Trying... not to giggle...)
Life is so absurd.
oh yeah, if you consume the most toxic lettuce, then you're absolved of trying to poisen the hubby. i read that somewhere...
hehehe
I weep for your lettuce.
That near-catastrophe could not have happened, chez nous. The lettuce would never have been on my husband's plate to begin with.
I can finally see how that's a good thing. Thanks!
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