Although I do enjoy a margarita from time to time and even a Ceasar if the day is right, I still like my drinks simple, not mixed.
I’ve never liked my food all mixed together either. Whenever I walked through the door from school to see the pressure cooker hissing on the stove I’d immediately crumple to the ground in a heap of tears and begin begging, “Pleeeeease mom, not stew. Anything but stew. Don’t maaaaaake me eeeeeat stewwwww!” If I had the meat in a pile on my plate, cleanly separated from the potatoes and carrots, I’d probably eat it.
Andrew loves his stew, his margaritas, his Ceasars, he even hates to love his Palm Bays (shhh… don’t tell him I told you). When his dinner shows up colour coded in sections and rows, he mashes it all together, covers it in gravy and drinks it down.
When he started marathon training, I had him on a 5-6 days/week running schedule where I firmly believed (because it works for me) that even just a 3 mile run once a day is better than gaps in the training. But I thrive on mileage and Andrew does not.
Now that I have him running on 3-4 days/week, his fitness has significantly improved. I’m talking like, huge. The last run we did together was a 14 mile run and he was hitting a 7:20 min/pace by the end of it. I know, right?
And that is definitely something to toast to with a glass of wine alongside a nice dish of ketchup chips.
Do you guys like mixed drinks or simple ones?
Do you like stew?
What about when your food is touching each other?