I am not a picky eater. I will eat pretty much anything Lauren prepares for dinner. I like when she tries new recipes and I love her old stand-by's that she prepares in a more regular rotation. She uses all types of spices and herbs when she cooks and the food always has a wonderful flavor. However, I always add salt. I love salt.
I will bring my plate to the table and before I even sit down I grab the salt shaker and salt away. I think Lauren finds this insulting as she is the cook, as well as the fact that she is looking out for my health and usually says, "Did you even taste it yet to see if it needs salt?" After hearing this about a hundred times I now try the food first and then salt it. 99% of the time, after I tasted the meal, I salt it.
The other night, I was making my plate over by the stove and as I walked to the table I saw Lauren salting her dinner. I sat down and immediatley reached for the salt. Lauren looked at me and said "Did you even taste it to see if it needs salt?"
"I like my food saltier than you. I just saw you using the salt so I am going to use it."
"If you saw me jumping off a bridge, would you?" She replied.
I thought for a second. "Of course." I said. "So I could save you from drowning."
She was silent. I took a few bites of my food and then got up from the table.
"Where are you going?" Lauren asked.
"To get my blackberry."
"It is rare that I get one up one you when it comes to these discussions. I want to make sure I remember it to blog about it."