I know, I know….it’s just a salad. But when you’ve been out of the house for 11 hours on the move, racing to get work done, running errands, making phone calls and scrambling to be ready for tomorrow, a salad becomes a thing of beauty.
I arrived home, skidded into the house with bare feet, tired, hungry and thirsty. I was so grateful for the salad waiting for me. Nothing better than collapsing on the couch with yummy food, a warm blanket and the coziness of home.