![]() ![]() Somehow, in my mind, the more vividly green the leaves in the salad, the more purifying the ritual will feel, and with that first crunch on a crisp piece of greenery, I hear a tiny voice in my head, murmuring, “ The next day was Sunday again. The day after I’ve partaken in some sort of weekend or holiday eating-and-drinking binge-i.e., the Monday after the Super Bowl, the fifth of July, the first week of January after the entire Thanksgiving-through-New Year’s season officially comes to a close-I engage in the same detoxifying, repenting ritual: the consumption of a fresh, nutrient-rich salad. ![]() It happens pretty much the same way every time. ![]()
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