I've never eaten a salad in my life. Ever. Not one, single salad, in my entire life. 38 salad-free years. I'm not exaggerating. I make salads for O and the kids all the time, but I never touch them. I hate vegetables, all vegetables, with the exception of corn, and french-cut green beans. I don't eat vegetables, ever. But today, I ATE A SALAD! Granted, it was a small salad, and the only veggies it contained were a couple of different types of lettuce, and a bit of spinach. But it was still a salad. I added mandarin oranges, almond slivers and some grilled chicken breast, and topped it with a very small bit of fat-free raspberry-walnut vinaigrette.
And it wasn't horrible. I didn't gag even once. It wasn't great, I mean, it was certainly no bacon cheeseburger, but it wasn't bad, and something I could probably eat on a fairly regular basis. I didn't care for the dressing though, but seeing as I've never eaten a salad before, I know nothing about dressings (except for the ranch dressing I dip my chicken wings in LOL) but I think I'll go with something a little less sweet next time.