We have failed our lettuce experiment. We acquired gorgeous, delicious lettuce. It was tasty in my taco salad. It was wonderful as a cookie deployment system and it held up with great taste for some other meal I can't remember. Or maybe it wasn't that great then? Maybe its wilting and wasting away in our fridge was earned? That two-timing, flavor lacking red lettuce!
Oh, who am I kidding. I have a terrible memory. The lettuce was tasty and we failed it. We failed to eat it while it was in the flush of youth. The flush of 'not being wilted and gross and dude, this is supposed to be crunchy.' Those were glorious days now gone.
If we had our juicer, we could still give it a proper burial by blade. Scattering its pulp from its juice and then savoring its final gift to us. Alas, we're still in the mold haus which means: no juicer. Or toaster oven. I never knew what I was missing before I had one. Its like, 'I want to bake something small very quickly.' Bam. Efficiency in a countertop.
The future is coming and it brings juicers, toaster ovens and honorable deaths for our almost expired produce. The world works in mysterious ways and I intend to make a snack out of it.
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