This might be embarrassing, but until yesterday Carrie and I went without grocery shopping for three weeks, or maybe more. We usually mooch off of Matt's food stamps, but he hasn't been home long enough to go shopping lately. After a near p-a moment about some chili, defrosting half of my frozen soups and all the chicken breasts and three straight days of eating out, I began to have produce pangs. I needed food. fooooood. food! fooooood (fast forward to 4:36).
So yesterday, when I came back from Schnuck's with my glorious salad ingredients and whipped out my cutting board and knife and started chopping away I only paused when I got to the lettuce (always at the end, it makes it easier to toss the salad with dressing). Having to do the dance of rise-shake-blot with the lettuce leaves drives me CRAZY, it throws my whole groove off and it still never gets all the water out AND the lettuce isn't sprightly, its a depressed, wilted mess. Having a salad spinner would solve this problem, albeit, it would make for a less entertaining salad-making viewer experience when I finally get my reality TV show deal. In the mean time, I guess I'll busy myself with customizing my ideal spinner. salad spinner. Do you know how many varieties of salad spinners there are out there? SO MANY. For all of you out there who have no idea what I'm talking about here's a demonstration.
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