Raising the Salad Bar
Today for lunch I am having a barbequed pork salad with oranges and micro greens topped with balsamic dressing. I’ve been on a salad kick lately... which is a lot healthier than my last kick of rum and doughnuts. I love salad. I love salad bars. Salad bars are a symbol of our freedom. It’s every person’s divine right to choose if they want mushrooms, chopped celery or miniature corn. I believe that’s one of the reasons we fought the Revolutionary War. England did not want us making our own salads. “Give me eight choices of dressings or give me death,” was the cry heard all over the colonies. Why are they called salad bars? It’s not really a bar, there are no stools, there’s no salad bartender. I’d love to go to a salad bar that has dim lighting, a pool table and a juke box. (Juke boxes are like musical salad bars.) I’d like to go to a salad bar that has a happy hour. “Bartender, another shot of sliced beets!” “I think you’ve had enough, little lady.” “I’m just getting started! Thousand Island shots for everybody!” Then I would end up dancing on the salad bar until the bouncer threw me out. ...Actually, salad bars would probably call them tossers.
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Hello Ellen! It's me, Bernice Trujillo, from Albuquerque, NM. The indian lady with the indian taco that is waiting for you in NM. Are you still coming to Santa Fe, NM. I really am looking forward to seeing you there if possible. Sorry I haven't been talking to you for a quite awhile now. I've been busy with work and children at home. Very tired when I get home most of the time. I love my babies. How are you doing? I still watch your show as much as I can. I love you. My boyfriends laughs at me sometimes becuz of how much I like you. You always make me laugh all the time. I really want you to help me this summer if you could to get my little family to Disneyland. I cannot not afford it, but I really want my children to see it. My son, John, will really like it because he keeps talking about it all the time. He has speeched delay, but he is smart in his own way. Very smart. Someday he will make me so proud. My daughter, Brandy, too. She's a Johnny Depp fan. She loves him. Me, I love Kenney Chesney. He's my man. Ha! Ha! Ha! Well, I will close here for now until Next time. Love you lots! Bernice Trujllo
Posted by Bernice Trujillo | April 20, 2008 1:11 PM