*UPDATED*
* If you are stopping by via Musings of a Housewife, I would love to hear your Salad Saga! Thanks for stopping by!*
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The kids are still sleeping soundly after a full week of swimming.
The dog is lying underneath my chair making little huffy breathing sounds every minute or so because she thinks I need to pay attention to her.
Friday's in the summer....they are beautiful.
So... I have had a question that has weighed heavily on my heart for almost a month now.
It's about salad.
I didn't say it was philosophical or of great importance. Although, you never know when it comes to salad.
When I make dinner at night I almost always serve salad. As a matter of fact, this week we had a little dressing crises as I ran out of our Salad Dressing (Newman's Own Light Balsamic Vinaigrette). Desperate times called for desperate measures and we used lime juice to dress our dinner salad.
Uh, lime juice? Not so much.
But I couldn't be further off topic...
Growing up, I always ate my salad first.
In restaurants, they always serve the salad first.
But for some reason, over the years I switched.
I always eat my salad last. As does The Mister.
I've been thinking about why I do that, and I can't quite pinpoint the reason I switched. Was it in an effort to eat the main course while it was still hot? Was it because I forgot that the salad was available? Was it because I always serve salad on salad plates instead of family style, and having to switch between plates was just too much effort?
I don't really know.
This is where the epiphany came:
Ask the Blog Gals! They will give the answers!
So here it is...
When you serve salad in your home, do you serve it family style or plated up? Do you eat it before your meal, or after?
