April 26, 2004


Salad

Though I know I ought to have some, ought
to like it, ought to try to eat more of it;
though I know I do like it, I've had it, and
I'd be glad to have more; Though it's good
for me, though it's fresh and colorful,
though it has nine million times the
healthiness of a twinkie,
I'd rather have the twinkie.
Salad is too much work. too many irregular,
disjointed pieces, too many disparate
flavors. Fresh and dry or drowned in
sweet dressing til it wilts, its exactly
too much work. It's chicken on the bone,
it's the shiny apple at the tip top of
the tree. Not worth the effort.
Who puts nuts and cheese and fruit
in salad on a daily basis anyway.
That's not real salad. that's the kind
of salad you give other people you want to
impress. When you make your own
salad, what do you put in it?
Two vegetables, tops.

I'll settle for spinach.

But I'll wash it down with a twinkie any day.


"Writers' night at Karen and Stephanie's"