On Monday night, I made what I considered to be a delicious and nutritious dinner – massaged kale salad, purple potato mash, and grilled tofu.
I was super excited because this was my first time cooking with purple potatoes and making a kale salad.
After a quick taste test, I literally said, “Yum..this is so good.” When we were ready to eat, I loaded two plates with a little bit of everything, took a quick picture, and dug right in.
After a few minutes of silent eating, I looked over at Vishnu and asked what he thought. He said it was good. His response was less than enthusiastic. I honestly didn’t care because I loved everything, and I was proud of myself whipping it all up in about 30 minutes. A few minutes later I glanced over at Vishnu again. This time I noticed he was eating everything but the kale. That’s when the truth came out.
Me: What’s wrong?
Vishnu: Nothing. It’s fine.
Me: You don’t like the kale, do you?
Vishnu: It’s like…not cooked.
Me: I know. It’s a massaged raw kale salad. So good!
Vishnu: Yeah, I don’t like it.
Honestly, this wasn’t the first time Vishnu disliked something I made. I’m just glad he (eventually) tells me!
You win some, you lose some!
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who was unimpressed with my kale salad.
I emailed the picture of our dinner to my parents, and even my mom had a few comments…
Mom: Palu, what is all that green stuff? <– Palu is my family nickname by the way
Me: Oh that’s a kale salad.
Me: It’s a superfood, mom…kind of like spinach.
Mom: Parita, it looks like the stuff cows eat in India.
Both me and my mom (and dad in the background): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
My mom’s got jokes!
When I told Vishnu about the conversation with my mom, he gave me a look that said, “See, I told you so.” I responded with, “More for me at lunch tomorrow!”
Oh well, like I said…you win some, you lose some.