For lunch today, I took a whole wheat tortilla and put on some baby spinach, a few thin slices of tomato, some thinly sliced onion, two slices of avocado, some goat cheese and a drizzle of tuscan romano dressing, and a few grinds of pepper. Then I threw it in the microwave for thirty seconds and wrapped it up.
I took a big bite and The Hub looked at me expectantly. "Well?" he asked. "Is it any good?"
I tried to swallow. "It's, ah, it's okay," I told him.
If you are used to eating salads and the like, this meal might sound great. For a junk food junkie like me, though... well let me say, great was not one of the words I was thinking of. Neither was good, tasty, delicious, or edible.
So far, I have choked down half of it, but I make no guarantees about the other half. I doubt even my dog would eat it. I think maybe healthy food is like whiskey... after the first couple shots, it isn't so bad. I hope, anyway.
On a different note, when I went into the kitchen to make my lunch, I found a banana that was very happy to see me. I laughed and laughed, and then had to come up with a "nice" reason why, because you can't tell your four-year-old that the bananas are easily excitable today.
(Try to ignore the dirty crock-pot. The Hub made chili, and has yet to clean it up.)