The Other Shoe

Yep ... I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Husband, Tom, is doing very well ... I wish I could say I do as well now that my cholesterol is under control. He is cautious about portion control watching everything carefully. I left his breakfast on the counter this morning ... two pieces of homemade zucchini bread with a tiny bit of butter and a small bowl of fresh pineapple. Knowing lunch wouldn't be far off for him a big breakfast just isn't needed on week days. I told him he was on his own for lunch, but there was some roasted chicken in the meat drawer. I knew there we had lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, celery, and onion and wondered just what he'd do with the leftover chicken, but my lack of time and curiosity got the best of me. When I returned he did exactly what I expected ... a chicken sandwich with mayo (gotta give him credit here - he's using "my" mayo ... Kraft mayo with olive oil - on white wheat with some lettuce. No chips. Not bad. Not great. I asked him why he didn't cut up a tomato and he explained he thought it would slip off the sandwich and get too messy. He's probably right. I told him to try and fill his plate with color ... some fruit, sliced tomato ... he smiled. I knew he would.

I know he's missing his beloved beef so I will be making him some stew this week. He'll like that.