-- Let's talk about salads.
I love eating salads. Greek salad, Caesar salad, chef salad, spring mix with baby beets and goat cheese and candied pecans with a drizzle of balsamic reduction. Yum.
Here, however, is a short list of things I would rather do than make a salad:
- Climb 20-foot ladder and clear leaves out of eavestroughs
- Do My taxes
- Run a truckload of plaster and lath to the city dump
- Drive out to band practice in a raging thunderstorm
- Clean the Dark Legion's litter boxes...
This isn't to say that I don't make salads; I do, when I eventually get around to it. Although I still haven't quite figured out how to make a decent Caesar dressing, I can assemble the rest of it with no major issues. My Greek village salad (everything but lettuce) is just fine, as is the lettuce-enhanced version.
I do, however, have a nasty habit of conveniently forgetting that I have perishable salad ingredients in the fridge, and have lost a few proto-salads due to ingredient rot. As a result, I try to avoid buying greens and such until I'm good and ready to make an honest-to-goodness salad out of them.
Right then and there.
The very instant I get the groceries into the house.
No sojourns in the fridge allowed, at least not till the salad is actually assembled.
(glances out window at somewhat menacing skies; clicks over to the local weather webpage) Just as I thought -- Chance of a raging thunderstorm tonight. I'll be back after band practice.
Maybe even with a salad.