Because she makes me eat veggie plates

This is only occasionally. I’m a southern, meat and two to or three type of guy. She’ll go to a restaurant and get a vegetable plate.

On occasion, she suggests it. She’ll hit a farmer’s market, by some fresh lettuce and tomatoes, maybe some squash and decide one night will be veggie night.

Last night was the night: salad, sauteed squash and onions, and potatoes (not exactly a light veggie night, but no slab of meat).

She let me make potato skins (actually it was her request). I love her for that. I wouldn’t have thought of it. I was just going to microwave the taters and shove a ton of stuff in it. A little microwave time, a little time in the onion with the cheese and bacon (yes, she let us have bacon). Perfect. Absolutely perfect. And my squash and onions: two cloves of garlic, a quarter red onion, three yellow squash, a little salt and pepper, parsley and crushed red pepper. Highly recommended.

Anyway, I would have had chicken and salad. Thanks, wife. It was better than I thought and I love you for that.

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