Portions. We are greedy Americans and we need enormous portions. We need value for our hard-won dollars. I get it. I do. However...
I try to eat at home, often, I do. But some days I get lunch out and bring it home. Today was such a day. This salad... Cobb Salad, a favorite of mine was stuffed so damned tight into that plastic thing, that there wasn't room to mix, toss, chop, cut...or anything.
Yes. Life. How often do we cram so much in? Work. Family. Obligations. Shopping. Holiday parties, gifts, pictures, cards, traditions, visits. Keep everyone happy. Just keep shoving it all in there, who cares if you can't move or stretch or relax. You can carry this much, so you will.
I refused. I dumped my tightly packed and miserable salad into a large stainless steel bowl. Where the green leaves could relax into themselves...unfurl and unroll in all their aliveness, with curds of cheese evenly and beautifully scattered, coating each piece of lettuce. The slices of egg, dispersed throughout, allowing the cooked yellow yolk to crumble and meld with the rest of the items in this bowl: the bacon, the turkey. I allowed the salad to be...a salad. A glorious combining of disparate ingredients, together, in one bowl. Harmony; interspersed and delicious. Not cramped, tight, stuffed, imprisoned in a small plastic cell.
Be free, salad. Be free. Although for you, time is short, as you will be digested in my belly.
But for a fleeting moment, you were loose and wild, mingling and mixing, shaking things up, in the great big bowl of Life. Which is really the best that we can all hope for.
Mix it up. Wild and loose. Get dressing over all of your leaves...