You see, it wasn’t long after Scott and I started dating that I found out a disturbing truth. When Scott didn’t head to Subway for dinner, he stood in his kitchen and tried to decide what to have for dinner – salad or microwaved chicken (Oh, no, that’s not a typo. I said microwaved chicken!) He literally stuck raw unseasoned chicken breast in the microwave and cooked it. Then ate the slimy, pale chicken right out of the microwave. (He is so lucky he met me.)
It only took one dinner when I whipped up seasoned baked chicken breasts for Scott and I to agree that he was never allowed to microwave chicken again. However, the salads I couldn’t argue with. You see, while my husband is challenged in the kitchen, he spends hours whipping up delicious, amazing salads and he’s so serious about it. He tosses in chicken, shrimp, or whatever we have on hand that day and comes up with a healthy and usually low-fat all-in-one-dish dinner.
So, once or twice a week, my children and husband give me a break from the kitchen to make me dinner. Scott pulls out all of the ingredients we have available, along with some large bowls, and sets them at the dining room table, while the girls gather around. They shred lettuce, sneak bites of cheese, and laugh as they build their own salads. Some days they have chicken strawberry salad with poppy seed dressing, while other nights we may enjoy taco or taco-chili salad.
No matter what goes in the salad, the night always ends with one thing – 4 completely empty bowls. Since the girls pick their own ingredients and have a hand in making their dinner, they don’t leave a single bite behind and I happy I got something very healthy down them with ease.