I get it: you’re busy. You have deadlines, emails, and a thousand tiny fires to put out. Taking fifteen minutes to revive a head of iceberg seems ridiculous. But here’s the thing: that small act of care is a win.
When you eat a salad with a perfect crisp—a clean, audible snap—you’re not just eating fiber. You’re eating a moment of intentionality. You’re telling yourself, “I deserve a good lunch. I deserve texture. I deserve joy.”
And honestly, isn’t that the whole point? Our lives are already soft, messy, and often wilting. We need things that bite back. So go on—ice that lettuce. Your future self, two bites into a truly crunchy caesar salad, will thank you.
