Um...McDonald's is one of my dearest friends. The smell of a Big Mac awaiting consumption in a brown paper bag is one of those scents that can knock me out of a work-induced stupor. Don't even get me started on the zen of a hot, crispy french fry.
Today, I wanted a salad. When I was going through that few weeks of food aversions, one thing that I really, really did not want is a salad. I don't know why that is.
Yesterday, I was feeling well enough to go out and for lunch we went to Subway. I had one of their Veggie Delite salads (which is nothing but a bowl of sandwich filling, but anyway). Today I didn't feel my salad craving had been satisfied.
I was looking forward to lunch and going to McDonald's and getting one of those nice fresh garden salads with maybe some cold hard-boiled eggs and French dressing like they used to have on display on top of the counter back in the day when everything was simple.
Because fast food restaurants never advertise the full menu on the drive-through panels, when I pulled up I saw a choice of an Asian salad, a chicken ceasar salad, a bacon ranch salad, and some funky-looking apple & walnut salad. Because I wanted a meal and not garnish, I made the mistake of ordering the Asian salad (with grilled chicken). From the picture, I could see it had mandarin orange slices and it looked pretty refreshing. I figured I could pick out anything I didn't want.
When I got it back to the office and pulled off the lid my heart sank.
It had edamame, toasted almonds, some red pepper, and snow peas on top of tired-looking iceburg lettuce. They didn't even bother to cut up the chicken. They just laid it on top in one big hunk. It really looked like nobody ever ordered that particular salad, so they just opened up the can of edamame and dumped half the damn thing in MY salad to get rid of it. I'd venture to say there was more snow peas and shit in my salad than...well, salad.
I wanted a green salad with cucumber, French dressing, and cheddar cheese. Maybe a couple of bac'n bits and some protein thrown in for flair. As gauche as that sounds, that's what I wanted.
That salad was sooooooooo unappetizing. It just had too much shit in it that wasn't really tasty. I ended up eating half the chicken and threw the rest of it out.
What a waste. I still want a salad.
Posted by Tiffany at April 24, 2006 05:13 PM | TrackBack