It Was A Comfort Food Kind of Evening

The students in my morning class and I joke about what I eat. Yesterday I told them I did not know what I would eat for lunch and then one of them said, “cheeseburger.” I thanked her while the others groaned and said, “no, teacher you need salad.”

So who am I to disobey my students. Yesterday evening before I taught my evening class, I had a salad. I present you my salad.

You may be wondering why the potatoes are there. Well first off they came with the salad. I might also add that they were cooked on a grill not fried. I tell my students that potatoes are in the produce aisle with vegetables, so potatoes are vegetables therefore French fries are healthy for me. πŸ™‚

Don’t pay attention to the gyro meat under that salad. I really don’t know how that ended up there but since it was there, I ate it. Oh, and it was soooo good.

As for my salad, you can clearly see the tomato slices, lettuce, and maybe you can see the onion slices, so obviously it is a salad not a gyro plate. Just the kind of comfort food, I mean salad, a tired teacher needed. πŸ™‚

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

17 thoughts on “It Was A Comfort Food Kind of Evening

      1. Yes they are. Just today, my daughter was telling me that when we get older we should cut down on the meat. It is true because it is beginning to affect my stomach.

  1. Oxford languages dictionary per Google says (as its first definition):
    “salΒ·ad
    /ˈsalΙ™d/
    noun
    a cold dish of various mixtures of raw or cooked vegetables, usually seasoned with oil, vinegar, or other dressing and sometimes accompanied by meat, fish, or other ingredients.”…
    So, you’re right! You had a gyro salad! πŸ˜„

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