Everyone has a basic value that determines how they react and behave. It’s at the core of every decision they make, and is hopefully the quality they will be remembered for. Here is mine: I don’t eat lettuce for breakfast.
Seriously, I don’t care what country you live in, what religion you are, or how strict your diet is, you do not eat lettuce for breakfast! It’s just wrong on so many levels. It offers nothing of value to the meal, it has no flavor, no nutrients, and no color. I mean what is the point of eating the stuff?
And why is it that whenever you’re on a diet you have to eat lettuce at every meal, till you’d rather run into the wall screaming. When did lettuce become the icon of healthy eating? Who decided it was the magic food around which all diets should revolve? Why is it we have to torture ourselves with this poor excuse for a vegetable and what is so flippin great about it? It’s not like it is so delicious and satisfying that you don’t feel the need to eat anything else is it?
“Fill up on salad” is probably the biggest diet myth heard today. Whoever wrote that (and I bet it wasn’t Shakespeare) is laughing all the way to the bank. There is nothing filling about a few pieces of insipid green, water filled, fiber strands. In fact there’s hardly even any fiber or carbs in it, so what the heck am I actually eating? It tastes like a poor cousin of grass, and goes slimy the instant it touches anything hot.
The reality is, we use lettuce to hide the fact we’re eating nothing. Too familiar a sight is the overweight dieter at a social gathering with loaded plate of lettuce adamant they are ‘stuffed’, saying “yes I tried the beef”, while frantically looking under the lawn clippings on their plate for the sliver of protein allowed on the latest craze diet to attack their common sense. For at least saving us from having to tell Miss ‘none of your business’ that we are trying again to lose weight, I give lettuce it’s due.
Self trickery is another common use for lettuce of course, whereby the plate loaded with salad is supposed to make us think we’re eating a lot while our rumbling tummy protests otherwise. Give us some credit! Today’s consumer is smart enough to realize that not only will eating a whole paddock of lettuce make them choke and gag, it will NOT under any circumstance make them feel full. It will only make them hate lettuce even more!
Surely it’s better to have nothing on the side than to stuff salad sown your throat like a participant in some kind of hideous Fear Factor challenge. In fact, having to eat a whole lettuce would be enough to make me walk away from the prize. It’s just not worth it. Everyone has a limit and that’s mine. Live cockroaches? – sure, boiled pig rectum? – no worries, moldy fish milkshake? – make mine a double! But eating a whole lettuce – forget it! There are some things I just won’t do.
Maybe I’m being a little harsh, probably even fanatical, but no fancy recipe or special dressing is going to change my mind. I don’t eat lettuce for breakfast.