De-Croutonize Me Baby!

I have talked about this before, the way hubby and I first met 10 years ago this time of the year actually. He was my waiter and I was a freakishly picky eater, so when I ordered my salad I asked for him to de-croutonize my salad please. He understood exactly what I was asking for, I did not want any croutons on my salad. He thought I was cute (and liked my blue eyes even though later he found out they were fake), and I thought he had a nice butt.

This past Saturday Bryan made me a salad for lunch and as he set it on the table and told me it was ready, he turned and said, tell me what you told me 10 years ago. It took me a few seconds and sadly the first thing to pop into my head was "Oh no he didn't go and put those nasty stale pieces of bread on my salad" but then I looked at it. On the top of my salad was one lone crouton, I asked him to de-croutonize my salad please and grinning ear to ear, he took it off.

I love this man.