I hate folding socks. Everyone probably has a chore that they hate more than any other. For me it’s matching socks. Sometimes I might even leave a stack on the bed for somebody else to deal with, especially since my husband wears socks way more than I do.
Another chore I dislike is making a salad. What a bunch of work! It’s so much easier to pour peas into a bowl and throw it in the microwave or even to stir-fry up some bell peppers (pre-cut of course). Making a salad requires me to wash the lettuce, dry the lettuce, cut the lettuce, and clean up the scraps and water mess made from the lettuce. And this is all before I have even started adding the more tedious elements to the salad, like chopped onion, tomatoes, and cucumber.
It’s fun to complain, especially if you think people can relate. Can you? Lately I have made a decision about this second dislike of mine. My decision is that I need to make salads more often. Perhaps, after all, inclination to avoid them is just laziness. Salads provide a great source of raw nutrients, the best kind. And when I eat one, I feel like I’ve really munched on something substantial.
I was complaining to my husband the other day that I have been feeling sluggish, especially in the mid-afternoons. (I really am not a complainer in anything but socks, salads, and the occasional ailment, I promise.) He suggested that I eat more salads. So I am putting lazy-complaining aside and doing it. To my great surprise, I’m enjoying it.
I like to buy pre-bagged romaine lettuce. It does not seem to need a lot of washing. You could soak all the bunches at once, and then drain them on a towel, then put them in the fridge to use for the next few days. It is easy to cut up (I usually cut off the core, then slice the lettuce. It mixes dark with light lettuce and is really fast and easy.
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