A few years ago after a Christmas party K and I both got violently ill. So did bro and my SIL and several other people from the same party. SIL reported this to her doctor and he asked what was served. She ran down the list, and when she said salad, he said "Whoa. That's it. Lettuce is notorious for harboring all kinds of nasty 'wee beasties'" (my term).
I've always been extremely careful with lettuce ever since. I usually buy fresh red or green leaf lettuce from Central Market, then wash it myself and use one of those spin dryer things before I put it away in Tupperware. Until this week. BIG MISTAKE!
Tuesday night for dinner we had some grilled home made hamburgers. They were excellent as always, K and I both having the same thing except I put lettuce on mine. Lettuce I bought in a hurry from evilWalmart. (Yes, it's all one word: evilWalmart.) It was pre-packaged, sealed, and prominently labeled "Triple Washed".
Triple washed my ass!
By midnight I had taken up residence in the bathroom. I'll spare you the details. It was one of those illnesses where you actually start to think about what kind of accommodations you'll have in your afterlife.
I'm hoping this episode doesn't develop into a personal life-long phobia against lettuce as I do like me a good salad bar now and then. I am 0 for 2, after all.
You know how they say you should get right back on a horse if you ever fall off? If that's really true, I'm thinking I'll need to go visit Jason's Deli salad bar soon.
Wish me luck.
S
