I am not a salad girl. Apologies in advance to all the salad girls out there. You’ll have to drown your sorrows in some broccoli or some such.
I eat salad. I like salad. But I will never be the gal who goes to the nice restaurant and says, “I’ll have the salmon salad, please.” And walks away feeling any real satiation.
At a gathering of school moms last year, I looked down the table. That particular night, I had ordered a salad. So had about a dozen other women at the table. And the rest? You guessed it. Salmon. Not a carb to be had at that table, even if your life depended on it.
Save one. There was one lone pizza caprese at the table. And one of my favorite people had ordered it.
Why did I like this mom so much? A hearty laugh. A look-you-in-the-eye and tell-it-like-it-is demeanor. Passion for life. For her kids’ well being. Someone who I’m sure would join you on the dance floor in a split second.
Does being a salad girl preclude you from my friendship? No. I’ll most likely still like to sit and chat with you over lunch or at the cocktail party.
But here’s where it gets pejorative (look away, salad girls, look away).
I best love those with a real appetite for life. And most of the time, I find that comes with an unabashed love of good food, great wine, a dance floor with moving bodies—I’ll stop there.
Do you picture a salad girl in a passionate embrace in the middle of a thunderstorm? Probably not. She’d ruin her hair. Serving decadent homemade chocolate cake for dessert? No way. Ruins the effects of the kale chips she eats all day. (True confession: I make kale chips. And they’re quite good. But, they don’t keep me from chocolate cake. Damn. But I digress.)
The most interesting people I know are not the ones that come with the tightest controls. They’re disciplined, successful and a bit driven—but they have mastered the art of letting loose. Of living life. Or maybe they’re born with that talent. Either way, seat me next to them at the next party.
Our seats will probably be empty, though. We’ll be on the dance floor.