Yesterday I made a Southwest-style salad to bring to Bluetick for dinner. It had fresh artisan lettuce. Avocados. Black beans and olives. Monterey Jack cheese, cilantro, and taco ranch with lime Tostitos. Not bad, really. But there was loud complaining from the three youngest members of the family; namely, that they had to eat salad as their main dish.

Afterwards, on the way home, Kate admitted it wasn’t so bad.

“I want a video testimonial,” I said.

So she gave me one.

So did the other two.


And now, the world knows that my mission is not, as the kids have previously suspected, to poison them with greens. That is all.