Ten Thirty? Great Time for a salad!
As you probably know, by now, I ride my bike. A lot. Was doing so less, since i started driving for CW, but now that PM sold my soul to Starbucks, it seems that I am going to be piling miles on, again. Which is nothing but a good thing. However, it does mean that my metabolism is picking up, again. And I have concluded, or decided, that there is nothing more obnoxious than waking up at 4 am, because I am too damned hungry to sleep. So, since I had maybe a little less dinner than my body would prefer, salad. Which, in this case, means lettuce mix with dressing.
There are days, in my not terribly distant past, when I could make a truly epic salad. The kind of thing you had to fight with sword and shield. The kind of salad that makes Salad Bards write epic sagas about, so they can perform them at Open Mic night at the Salad Bar.
And at the same time, in my heart of hearts, I secretly wonder if my ultimate salad desire is not, in fact, Roasted Salted Sunflower seeds, Blue Cheese, and bacon.
Which is to say, not really a salad at all.
Just a bowl full of blood pressure.