I remember a few years ago, making my breakfast and a kid asked me… “why are you cooking a salad?”
My response was that it was for my eggs.
But I’ve realized, as I’m getting myself back to where I want to be, that I eat salad all the time.
Raw, with crunchy crisp veggies.
Cooked, with eggs.
On the side.
As a main dish.
Deconstructed with no lettuce or spinach.
So kid, from a couple years ago… I’m cooking my salad because it tastes fricken delish. And because when I cook the salad in winter, I’m more likely to eat it.
This morning’s “cooked salad” with mushrooms, swiss chard, spinach and yellow peppers… awaiting my scrambled eggs…