Unceremoniously tossed together, thrown into a bowl and dished out to the world.
Apparently, I've kicked it over into survival mode.
I didn't come to this realization until I looked at my desk.
And saw the lists.
When I get stressed out, I start making lists. Lots and lots of lists.
It makes me feel like I have the tiniest bit of control .
By the way, Google docs are A-maz-ing. I can make lists in spreadsheets and share them to The Dude. There is no escaping the list maker.
Now, I love me some lentils.
I love me some tuna.
And I totally love olives.
Which is a good thing.
Because I am the only one eating this salad.
Like my lists, this salad made me happy; but proved irritating to the world around me.
Well, it made me happy for the first few days, but by the fourth day I felt like it was coming out of my nose. Enough already. We needed a break from each other.
P.S. Here is where I may have diverted from the directions:
Instead of using preserved lemon, I used a salt that I had rubbed lemon zest into. (Idea triggered by some brilliant ladies who both happen to live "north of the border": Candy and Mardi - thanks, ladies!).
Instead of using tapenade, rough chopped oil cured olives were tossed into the mix.
Served up alongside a batch of homemade naan, this was a perfect lazy-girl dinner. (And I got to cross off two June recipes from my list...)