Yesterday, I was at a popular L.A. restaurant having lunch with one of my fabulous friends John. I haven’t had a huge taste for meat lately so I ordered a veggie burger then in an attempt to be “good” I decided against the side of fries and went with a mixed green salad. The food came, midway through our juicy conversation so I wasn’t paying much attention. I took a few man-sized bites out of my burger and just as I was about to set it down I see a lady bug crawl out of my salad!
“Wow, I guess it’s really fresh,” said John. I chuckled and grabbed the hostess to tell her about the wildlife in my greens. After several attempts to scoop the ladybug off my plate with her fingers she leaned in, “All of our salads are organic and don’t use pesticides, so that’s probably why it’s in there,” she said in an attempt to rationalize the situation.
I grew up in the country with hippy parents so ultimately a bug crawling on my plate isn’t the biggest deal. The hostess was really nice about the whole ordeal, and retrieved a new plate of salad for me, but I was left to wonder how I felt about her using the word organic and unwashed interchangeably!