Dinner tonight with Barbara. We’re
making salads. My best friend. She is.
And vegan too (of course!). She says:
“Rachel, have you seen the new
salad thingy on Facebook? You dump
all your salad stuff in it. Cucumbers.
Lettuce. Tomatoes. Green beans.
Whatever. Snap on the cover. Turn
it upside down. Run a knife through
the slats at the bottom. Pop the
cover off. And pour out a finished
salad.” She shows me the ad for it.
Geez. The knife you’d need. Looks
more like a machete. Nope. Don’t
have one. Don’t want one. Who
invents these crazy things? I pluck
a green bean from my salad. Toss it
to Amelia. She pounces. Acts like
it’s a snake. Wrestles with it. Races
around the room. If she doesn’t eat
it, she’ll play with it. Forget silly
kitchen gadgets. I’d rather have a dog.
That's a fun food and dog poem