Washing lettuce
I cannot stand washing lettuce. The clumsy salad spinner, the sore wrists, the laborious soaking and rinsing process, the bits of salad that clog up the sink, the worms that float to the surface — it just doesn’t seem worth it for something that is, at best, an ignorable vessel for better, tastier things (arugula is an exception: the wash-benefit analysis tilts in its favor, due to easier cleaning and superior flavor.) So I buy my lettuce bagged. It doesn’t taste great, but I can live with that.
The radio told me that bagged lettuce is actually really, really disgusting, and for a moment I considered rethinking my ways… but then thought, it hasn’t killed me yet, and washing greens weekly surely will.
