Eat Your Greens

At restaurants I love salads. Spinach salads, mixed greens, spring greens, pear salads, all of them.

The other day my Mom said: why do I hate salad when I make it at home?

Me too! I said.

Why, why, why?

Somebody explain.

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As far as an update on the Colorado adventure – it’s beyond excellent. I ache for my husband (who’s back in DC neck deep investing stocks, though he’ll be here next trip when we’ll have a house blessing). But I love the clean air, quiet living, and snow dusting – gorgeous white flakes. The home is energy efficient. It has a wood burning stove and you should see me in action. I have a new appreciation for Cinderella. Logs, ashes, fire pokers – that girl worked hard. No wonder she was dirty! I haven’t chopped my own wood yet. I wanted to but my dad and my real estate agent both said, “PLEASE NO! If you miss with that ax you’ll chop your foot off.” Good point. Maybe I'll leave that to Paul Bunyan.

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My second Ask a Blogger column is online at MaHC. Check it out if you have time.