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Salad Days [Nov. 29th, 2011|11:52 am]
And here's what happens when you realize that darn near the only thing you have in the house with which to make a salad is a head of romaine lettuce and a few pecan pieces, so you fill the container to the brim to make up for the fact that there will be no radish, no cucumber, no carrot, no pepitas, no olives, no feta, just lettuce:

At a certain point, you just say “Expletive it.” And dump your entire salad in your lap and eat it that way. Because clearly it is COMMITTED to being there and you have better things to do than go mano a mano with a head of romaine lettuce.

This is why I wear washable black.

And, for the record, no matter HOW much romaine lettuce you stuff in a bowl, your body knows all too well, that there was NOTHING in there of any significance and is going to spend all afternoon reminding you that while that's all well and good for slugs, YOU have a spine.