"...a tossed green salad, swimming in blue cheese dressing..."
I read this ^ somewhere and it got me thinking. About dressing and how much people use. I've seen people mix up a lovely salad with a little dressing, then add more dressing when it is on their plate. I've seen people in movies ask for dressing on the side. They then dip bits of salad leaves into the dressing as they eat. Or ignore it altogether, so why ask for it? I've seen people serve bowls of salad that have much more dressing than needed, so any components are completely drenched and need to be drained before putting on your plate.
To me, having a salad "swimming" in dressing is a waste of whatever leaves and other ingredients are used. How can you taste the actual components? How do you get that satisfying crunch when the lettuce leaves have been drowned? Why even bother choosing ingredients with care when all you can taste in the end is dressing? In such a salad it would make no difference at all if you chose cos lettuce (romaine) over iceberg. Or crisp carrot sticks over the limp old carrot leftover in the fridge.
Do any of you out there make salads this way? Swimming in dressing?
When I make salad, it's for one person only, so it's a smallish serve, but usually enough to cover a dinner plate, yet I use barely a teaspoon of dressing. I like to taste my lettuce, my tomato, my baby spinach leaves.
Last Saturday morning, I woke up, as I always do, rolled over ready to swing my feet to the floor, and my back decided it wasn't having any of that getting up nonsense. Pitched a hissy fit and locked itself up in a nice tight spasm. Ow.
So I rolled out of bed, very gently, onto my hands and knees and crawled into the kitchen. I used the sink cabinet to haul myself as upright as I could, boiled the kettle for coffee and a hot water bottle, then spent two hours with that hot water bottle pressed against my lower back. Ever tried to lift and pour a full kettle when your back is tied in a knot? (*~*) Not fun.
After that I was able to get dressed, although that took a lot longer than usual, then I gripped my granny trolley for balance and hobbled off to the shopping centre, where I bought the strong pain tablets at the chemist, then made my way around Woolworths for eggs and milk etc.
When I got home I spent the rest of the day lying down or sitting with a hot water bottle. Ignored the bed which usually gets made first thing; didn't do any of my planned housework at all.
Sunday was mostly okay, just the odd spasm here and there in different places, (not just the back, hips got involved), if I was careless with moving. Like bending down a bit to scratch Angel's ears. The bending wasn't a problem, but straightening up was ouchy.
I did get the bed made. Two days in a row of unmade bed is unthinkable!
It's been a while since I had it this bad and it's taking its own sweet time easing off, so I'm keeping the walking stick handy and not doing anything silly, like getting up on the ladder for any reason at all. Fingers crossed a light bulb doesn't burn out.
I'm pretty sure this is my body's reaction to the amount of walking around I did on Thursday. I'd been to the dentist, then wandered around with my camera for several hours. I'll have to be more aware and sit down more often when I'm out and about.
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