Remember this post?
The one in which I was cavalier about not needing cheese at every single meal?
Yeah, I’m a fool.
This happened last night:
I mean, it’s cool. I had a salad, too.
It’s just that cheese is…magical.
Look at the little baby pizza for the kids- that is some cute cheese!
Is it weird that I just said that? Whatever, I feel the same way about cheese that some people feel about spa packages.
But -and this is a huge but-, I ordered this salad while out with my parents on Sunday afternoon:
It’s the Moroccan Chicken Salad from CPK.
I ate half for lunch and half for lunch the next day (yeah, I’m one of those weirdos that’s cool with eating already dressed salad as leftovers- what? I don’t like wasting food!)…
And you know what?
There’s NO cheese on this salad! None! Like, not even a sprinkle of parm! I didn’t even know it was legal to serve a salad in the Midwest (ie, close proximity to lots of dairy cows) without cheese!
That’s two whole meals without any cheese, you guys.
I didn’t think I was physically capable of that.
And it was great.
To be fair, there was a good amount of avocado on there.
A salad without cheese or avocado?
Now that I can’t do.