Salads

I know this is a peculiar title and a peculiar topic but if you knew how much I really loathe salads you will understand why I feel forced to write about my experience yesterday. This is what happened.

I went to the Husky cafeteria which is in the building next to ours and has enjoyed my patronage for two years. I generally get the Entrée with the excuse that I will then have a light supper (which I usually do). I’ve noticed that the server is generally quite skimpy with his portions but I think to myself “good, we don’t need to supersize our lunch” and so I never say anything which I notice other folks do, especially men. Today they had a nice cottage pie, the first time I’ve seen that as a choice so I decided that’s what I would have. There was salad on the side. I made a special effort to get some salad dressing to go with the salad.

I trotted back to the office, opened up the box and set the pie on one side of the box and fluffed up the so called salad. IT WAS NOT SALAD, IT WAS LETTUCE. LETTUCE, LETTUCE AND MORE LETTUCE. I found one tiny little purple sliver of purple cabbage. ONE SLIVER.

I hope I am making myself clear. No carrot shavings, no piece of tomato, no pepper, no onion. nadda, zippo, zilch, NOTHING.

I am very sorry but this is not salad. This is rabbit food. This is lettuce, plebian lettuce. Nothing fancy.

I suppose you can guess what is coming next. That’s right, it went into the garbage.

Richard, I love it when you describe your beautiful salads. If I had an email address for the Husky kitchen I would send them your link.

This was just plain wrong. I am not a rabbit. I am Woman, hear me roar!