Strange, cleaning-out-the-fridge dinner last night. I had a shockingly large portion of beet greens and yogurt. Okay, I’ll admit it, I ate all of it. The whole recipe. My dashing husband enjoyed an extra-large “health salad”–I used to make fun of this name he had for tomato, onion, sometimes cucumber and sometimes with greens/sometimes without concoction. Then we were in New York at some deli and there it was: health salad. So designated in the case. Last night he threw some roasted beet in it because, well, we found ourselves awash in roasted beets.
Ernie wanted to help, so I put him to work re-washing the lettuce. Why not? Sure, we end up picking a fair number of lettuce leaves off the floor. But those greens get clean. And dry! He spins them within an inch of their lives.
Plus, while he’s busy cleaning salad he’s much less likely to ask reflexively and obsessively and annoyingly “Is dinner ready?”
See how to clean your own greens like a pro here.
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