One time my friend Tai and I were preparing a meal and she was in charge of the salad. As I put a pot of water on the stove, I noticed her holding a piece of lettuce between her delicate fingers. She tore the lettuce, then took that piece and tore it, then took that piece and tore it again. I was mesmerized as she feverishly tore each piece of lettuce into minuscule pieces and tossed them into the bowl. When I inquired about her method, she confessed that when she was a little girl, her mother hardly tore the lettuce at all, leaving her to chew on big, awkward and unmanageable pieces.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Salad daze
One time my friend Tai and I were preparing a meal and she was in charge of the salad. As I put a pot of water on the stove, I noticed her holding a piece of lettuce between her delicate fingers. She tore the lettuce, then took that piece and tore it, then took that piece and tore it again. I was mesmerized as she feverishly tore each piece of lettuce into minuscule pieces and tossed them into the bowl. When I inquired about her method, she confessed that when she was a little girl, her mother hardly tore the lettuce at all, leaving her to chew on big, awkward and unmanageable pieces.
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dang it all! i was craving salad for 3 days straight and ate a lot of it. i thought i'd be ok today, but with all this lettuce talk...i'm not.
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