I walked into the break room at work the other day to heat up my lunch. I would be feasting on leftovers from the night before – a parmesan-crusted pork chop with a side of mashed potatoes.
Usually our break room is deserted when I go in there (I tend to eat lunch pretty early since I start my work day around 7:30), but this day there was someone else in there. She was around my age, dressed in something I might wear, and she too was preparing her lunch.
I stood back and watched as she chopped up an avocado and tossed it into a pile of greens and other veggies, finishing it off was a squeeze of lemon juice.
It actually looked and smelled pretty delicious, but just no.
I accepted long ago that I would probably never be a salad girl. A side salad with the rest of my meal? Okay. As a palate cleanser between courses if we’re being fancy? Sure. But a salad as my entire meal? I just can’t.
Growing up, my family only had dinner together on special occasions. It never bothered me; I always loved being in my room. And meal together or not, I was never forced to eat any vegetables. (The irony that my mother is appalled that I don’t make Miles eat them is not lost on me.)
My husband has had the most success in getting me to try some veggies; green beans, squash, and carrots make regular appearances at our dinner table – even the occasional salad!
And they’re not half bad. You know what else is not half bad?
Bread – My parents were both born in Cuba. Have you ever had Cuban bread, fresh and warm out of the oven? Pretty much, I never stood a chance in the war on carbs. In fact, from a very young age, I used to sneak into the kitchen, reach my arm into the loaf of bread, and eat just the insides. It was a pretty rude awakening for whoever came to get some bread after that. (Sorry Mom!)
Pizza/Pasta – I consider myself very lucky to have been able to visit Europe a few times in my life. You know those chapters/scenes in Eat, Pray, Love when she’s in Italy?
“I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return. I am having a relationship with this pizza, almost an affair.” – Elizabeth Gilbert
Yeah, she wasn’t kidding. Those Italians know what they’re doing when it comes to food.
Chocolate – Forget it. I wave the white flag where chocolate is involved. I’ve never smoked, and my heavy drinking days are far behind me. But if I had to name a vice, it would definitely be this. People always think I’m exaggerating, but here are a few fun chocolate facts about me:
- I finished a pint of Phish Food in two sittings last week. It would have been one, but I got upset about something and am (luckily) not a stress eater.
- I have and will tried Nutella in/on/with most everything…toast, pretzels, apples, waffles, peanut butter, Oreos, Peanut Butter Oreos. I’m open to suggestions.
- I keep chocolate in the cabinet above my desk, but I thank God the vending machine in my office building take credit cards just in case.
- I usually attempt to forgo for Lent; I have only been completely successful once.
So, you go on, girl in the break room. You enjoy that salad. I’ll be over here thinking about how I can work Nutella into tonight’s dinner.