They always say that no great story begins with “I ordered a salad.” You also have Homer and Bart mercilessly mocking Lisa with their taunt of “You don’t win friends with salad.”
But I beg to differ on this short-sighted attitude. I did recently have an evening that started off with a salad.
Of course, upon first taste, I noticed that they may have used a substitute for oregano when seasoning the salad. It was a curious flavor and I thought Pepe Le Pew might approve. And as I took a few bites and try to guess what kind of mushrooms they were using in the salad. I quickly ruled out shitake, baby morel and portobello.
Suffice to say, the evening became increasingly animated as the sun set over a mountain and the stars began to twinkle in the sky. It ended up being a long, long night and the server of that salad did in fact win a friend.
salad for Deadheads
an illuminating taste
set soul on fire
an evening fully captured
bright colors and light resound
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1098650
Cannibalized Haibun: Schaefer, George: 9798416456573: Amazon.com: Books
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