Among his family (and perhaps beyond), G is known for his salads (oh, comics too, I guess.) The "Greg Salad" is always anticipated whether we host his family or visit them. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's one of the first dishes he and I made together. Before we lived together, I would make a salad for the week and usually change it up according to what I had or wanted but these days we typically make the same salad each time, a la his "stylo": Organic Girl 50/50, red pepper, broccoli, tomatoes, shredded beets and carrots, and cucumber. 80% of the time I eat a salad for lunch, it's the Greg Salad, maybe with a few extras thrown in. I'll give credit where credit is due. I've gotten numerous compliments on how healthy and colorful the salad looks. I think the beets have a lot to do with that (which is definitely his handiwork: I'm sort of afraid of my box grater.)
But G's not here tonight and there's no salad already made but I wanted a salad, so I made a big one for dinner and tomorrow's lunch and put in WHATEVER I WANTED. Ah, freedom.
This is romaine, broccoli, tomato, sundried tomato, avocado, cucumber, chopped beet, white beans, and red onion (cuz he's not here to deal with my onion breath). Topped with sundried tomato hummus, a little balsamic vinegar, and black pepper. I think it was especially tasty because I ate it out of G's bowl. Actually, that is key because a bigger bowl gives room for optimal stirring and mixage. Anyway, dining alone is no big - I just wish he were here to toss the salad for me.
So, as you can see, I get totally wild when I have the house to myself for the night. Now to burp a lot and dance around like a crazy monkey.
Do you all indulge in anything in particular when there's no one to call you out on it? Maybe you pull out fewer stops and just snack on whatever is around? Or do you usually eat alone anyway?
P.S. Greg, I ate the last of the coffee poppyseed cake for dessert. Told you I'm a bad ass.