Since my refrigerator is officially bare, I grabbed dinner for my train ride at my number one danger zone: the Whole Foods salad bar.
When I was in Prague, my boss and I used to enjoy lunch at a vegan cafe called “Country Life.” We often discussed how thankful we were for the few health-conscious restaurants in the city center, as my boss was one of maybe four Czechs who were vegetarians. Country Life provided us with the largest hot and cold salad bar in the city.
It offered, however, about a tenth of the options on display at Whole Foods. Possibly less.
I never go to the WF salad bar. Not that it isn’t delicious – everything always is. But I am physically incapable of putting less than 2 pounds of salad in my box, which results in $17 that could have bought me salad ingredients for a week.
Knowing that I have a lot of excessive vacation meals on the horizon, I managed to keep myself relatively under control tonight.
I still went for the largest container though.
In the mix is roughly every vegetable available, plus some chickpeas and kidney beans, and a couple tastes of prepared salads (far less than normal). I topped it with globs of hummus (one of the few surviving ingredients in my refrigerator), and now it’s all packed for the train. Kind of like my suitcase should be.
Are you as out of control as I am at salad bars?