My father quickly realized, after he and my mother were married and she started cooking for them, that he liked his food much saltier than she did. So, doing the rational thing, he started salting his food without first tasting it to reconfirm for the Nth time that, nope, she still didn't like as much salt as he did.
My mother, being a proper Southern lady, took great offense at this. So, one day she made a salad. With the better part of a can of Morton's in it.
My father salted the salad without tasting it. He took a bite of the salad, realized what and why my mother had done, and decided that he was going to finish that salad even if it killed him. He did, and continued to salt his food without tasting. My mother decided that surrender was the appropriate action.
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Date: 2005-01-05 01:40 am (UTC)My mother, being a proper Southern lady, took great offense at this. So, one day she made a salad. With the better part of a can of Morton's in it.
My father salted the salad without tasting it. He took a bite of the salad, realized what and why my mother had done, and decided that he was going to finish that salad even if it killed him. He did, and continued to salt his food without tasting. My mother decided that surrender was the appropriate action.