The Salad Wagon

Why is it that when I sit down to blog lately, all that comes out is......vegetables. My brain is swimming with food for thought that I munch on constantly, but all I can get out in print is food for...lunch. My lunch.

I take pictures of my lunch.


Its a new hobby. It requires very little time, very little brain power, no money at all and is somehow extremely satisfying. How many hobbies can you say that about?


A couple of years ago, I had this dream of starting a Salad Wagon in my neighborhood. We lived in a community full of young families with mothers at home, and I just knew there had to be a hundred other women like me who would fall to their knees for a mouth watering salad when lunchtime rolled around, but instead were popping chicken nuggets and finishing off their kids' corn dogs in spite of whatever they'd dreamed up for themselves just an hour before.


Because that's just how it is at lunchtime with little ones.


I'd discovered Zupas (a soup and salad place in Utah,) and if I'd had the oomph (and a bottomless bank account) to load two kids and two babies into the car everyday at lunch and haul us all over to Zupas, I would have.

But I didn't.

So instead, I would sit in my rocking chair at 2am (and 3am and 4am and 5am) nursing and imagining how Zupas and I could get together and build a beautiful relationship that involved a truck and some really hip girl music that would ring through the homes of Daybreak and beckon all housewives to the curb, waving fistfuls of cash (that would fund my remodeling projects) and joining me in praises for the most amazing, God-sent idea in history- The Salad Wagon.


Surely there's a better name, but it never came to me at 2am.

And it doesn't matter anyway because we moved, and it would never work in our new neighborhood.

So instead, I've been working on simpler lunches.


Because sometimes a salad is just too much effort


at Noon.


Do you think it's possible to OD on avocadoes?


The lunch picture I don't have here is the cardboard box of macaroni and cheese. Just in case you're worried I might ride up into the sky in my salad wagon and never come down.

Because honestly, can anyone really resist a big hot pot of shells and cheese???

mmmm.....yummy yum yum.

Just as an appetizer to those brussel sprouts, of course.