Thursday, November 8, 2007

An Open Letter to My Lunch

Dear Salad,

Hi, it’s me. I’m really sorry I didn’t trust that you would be good. I should have trusted you. I don’t have much of an excuse for myself. I guess I’ve just been burned before. Pathetic, right? Especially considering your amazing ingredients! The pomegranate alone should have sealed the deal. Add in the crispy apple pieces, the pecans, and the goat cheese? Don’t even get me started on the goat cheese. How could I have doubted you when goat cheese was involved?

I feel like an idiot.

If it makes you feel any better I’m kicking myself now for being so reluctant to eat you. I mean, I let TWO bunches of romaine disintegrate in the fridge while I was coming to terms with your “saladness”. I can’t tell you how much I wish I could go back in time and save those two bunches. If anything died in vain, they did. I hope you never have to come face to face with a mystery bag in the crisper drawer like that. It really changes a person.

Anyway, I loved you. I just wanted you to know that.


1 comment:

erin said...

now you've really lost it. letters to your salad?! now, had it been letters to a pie not eaten fast enough, i would have understood. but salad??