This shaved brussels sprouts salad has apples, pears and cranberries mixed in and is tossed in a cider dijon mustard dressing. It’s fall on your plate.
Yesterday we spent 2+ hours of our afternoon attending orientation for the New York State Troopers. As Ulysses’ “support network” (the state’s term, not mine and one in which Ulysses hasn’t stopped referring to me as since when he now wants something) I was invited to listen, learn and ask questions about my husband’s new career and what he can expect for the next 6 months in the academy. So clearly, while we went through slide after slide of the hell that is about to become his life in the academy, I thought about making this salad.
I might’ve perked up when we got to the medical benefits section (hell yeah to government benefits over crappy private business ones!) but other than that my mind was going through the ingredients of this salad (and the grocery list, and the thanksgiving sides I need to make, and the blog food I have on tap for the next couple of weeks, and the 2 proposals for work I need to get done this week, and, and, and….).
It’s not disinterest as much as a rather not know for my own sanity type of thing. If given the choice to learn about the ridiculous physical demands, screaming, crappy food and living situation my significant other is about to be put through for half a year versus creating a flavorful fruit salad with chopped brussels sprouts and a cider dijon dressing in my head, I’m going for the latter.
I’m pretty sure he’d rather a “support network” that gives him a decent tasting meal after 5 days of state cafeteria food than one that’s freaking out about his physical condition or sanity every Friday night when he comes home.
Although, I did catch one blurb that I fully plan on heeding: “don’t expect them to make up a week’s worth of time in a weekend”.
Translation (in the ears of Gina)?
Hire a cleaning person because your husband won’t be able to do all the chores that need to be done on his 1.5 day weekend.
Done. Thank you, NY state.