I’ve tried my hardest. I’ve tried my best. I don’t like salad.
Okay, sometimes I like it. When tossed in creamy dressing. With toasted pine nuts. With lumps of dried ricotta (I’m boujee, remember?).
But basically, I don’t like it most of the time. I don’t care which place on campus has the best salad. None of them probably do. I’m not willing to wait in a line for 15 minutes for damp greens.
Do I have to like it? Sometimes I feel the answer is yes. I’ve tried to get into salad (I’ve dabbled, you could say). But there’s something about those damn plastic containers you can’t close without another person’s help that deters me even more from the food.
So I get a sandwich instead. And there’s lettuce on it sometimes (that’s okay, right?).