Forget the vinegar
The fog is here, and it makes me grumble under my breath. I feel heavy and listless, maybe I should have stayed in bed.
We get a bit cooped up when it’s foggy. I find myself wandering around the house trying to determine what exactly it was I wanted to do. I do chores to keep myself distracted from the gloom.
I open the fridge. I pull out the lettuce, a jar of sauerkraut, some teriyaki sauce, and my homemade fermented carrots. When did we buy these things? I don’t want to open them. The last thing I want in my nose is something else that’s unpleasant.
I grab the lettuce and toss it in a bowl. I love the pieces that are dark, red and pillowy. I search around the bin for more of those. I next sprinkle some cashews and the final touch, I grab a stalk of celery from the fridge. I chop it up into tiny pieces and throw it in, there is something so satisfying about the crunch. I drizzle olive oil over the top, a bit of mayo, and a dash of salt. I skip the vinegar. Vinegar. Oil and vinegar, are they like a tired old pair, like two grumpy old men? The vinegar overpowers and bullies all the other flavors in the bowl. There is no tasting olive oil when vinegar is around, and olive oil is darn good!
I sit down and take my first bite, I have found a moment of complete and utter satisfaction.
It makes me wonder how many other things I do just because.