Holy. Craisins. Batman.
Last night the Teacher and I made dinner. He was in charge of the pork chops, I was in charge of the sides. I stopped at the grocery on the way home from work and picked up some things to make a spinach side salad and bruschetta.
While I was chopping up the tomatoes for the bruschetta, the Teacher decided to be helpful and put the salad together.
I had spinach, feta, mandarin oranges, strawberries, pine nuts, and Craisins.
When I wasn’t paying attention, he grabbed a handful of spinach and then proceeded to dump in the whole container of feta, the whole can of mandarin oranges, the whole package of strawberries, the whole bag of pine nuts, and the whole bag of Craisins.
I wish I could have seen my face when I turned around bc he stopped for a second and said, ‘too much?’ Umm. Yes.
I had the leftover salad for lunch today and the above picture is only HALF of the Craisins that were in my salad. You don’t even WANT to know how much feta I picked out.
‘A’ for effort, Teacher, but you better just stick to the protein for now, buddy.
Hahahahahahahha, I love it when boyfriends “help”
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