Husband didn’t like his salad... so his wife made him one with ‘personality’

If our significant other EVER complained about the food we'd made them… well, let's just say someone would be sleeping on the couch (and it wouldn't be us).

So, we can only admire this woman's response when her husband made some comments about a salad she packed for him.

Casey Brydon from Perth took to social media (as you do), following her husband's less than impressed view of the lunch she made him. 

He called it "disappointing and embarrassing" and requested a salad with "more personality" for the next time. 

Don't worry, we are also having a WTF moment right now as well. 

But Casey's response is EPIC, creative and pretty genius.

Her SO asked for a salad with more personality… and that is EXACTLY what she gave him.

Sharing a picture of a woman made from cucumber, lettuce, carrots and few other veggies, Casey wrote a story about "Caprese", and we literally laughed the whole way through it.

Here's what she wrote: 

Hi, My name is Caprese, I’m your salad.

A beet about me…

I basically just love to have a good thyme. Recently I met this guy, Waldorf, at a Garden Party. He was a such a spud! And he loved to celery-brate. “Lettuce turnip the beet”, he keep saying!

I pretty much knew he was the guy for me straight away. When I mentioned that I was a little chilli, he offered me his jacket. “Orange you so sweet” I said.

Seriously, this guy was cool as a cucumber, so towards the end of the night, I said to him “Lets avo-cuddle.” 

As we were saying goodbye, I said, “Why don’t you kale me, maybe?”

And he did, the very next day! He seemed to be one-in-a-melon. We made a great pear. 

I caught him staring at me one day and asked him “Penne for your thoughts?” 

“I leek you” he told me. 

“I leek you too” I told him.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never bean this way. Usually I don’t carrot all.

But he was always raisin’ my spirits! Sometimes he would always just turnip with flowers, he always knew how to bring a smile to my face. We were really gouda together.

But then I stuffed it up. I told him I loved him berry berry much and asked if we could run away and get married.

“I’m sorry but I cantaloupe with you.” he said.

B*tch, peas! I told him that I donut understand and to leaf me alone. Ice creamed and cried for days. I was devastated. It takes two to mango, and he wasn’t up for it.

My brother, Ceasar, said he can “go and get figged, the peach of sh*t.” He really wanted to kick his asparag-ass. Taters gonna tate, right?

What did I do wrong? I was so corn-fused and feeling completely melon-choly. Another one bites the crust 🙁

Then, holy shiitake, out of no where, he asked if we could ketchup… At first I said I didn’t wanna taco-bout it, but let's be honest – I was egg-cited to see him. So we arranged to meat.

He told me he was grape-ful for our friendship. That he was a big dill, a weird-dough, that us splitting was a mis-steak and that he would sacra-fries everything to have me as his butter-half again.

That he loved it when I called him Big Papaya and that he was crazy Pho me. That I was totally radishing and we were mint to be together so…. “lettuce get hitched!” he said.

So I said ‘Well, you’re a real pizza work, but olive you from my head tomatoes, so YES!”

We eloped to Thousand Islands Archipelago (that's a real place) where we rocked out with our broc out and have been happy ever since!

So there you go. Now that you know more about me, I hope you can enjoy your salad “with more personality!” 

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