Knock, Knock! Who's There? Lettuce. Lettuce, Who? Lettuce Alone, We're On Our Honeymoon
Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a fan of trendy lettuce. If you ever give me my choice of what lettuce to have, it will be Head Lettuce, specifically the green parts. (Not the white parts, which my family has long believed to be deadly.) One of my cousins, Jill, and I discussed at length how this came to be coming from such an Epicurean family as ours. To start out with, all manner of edible greens grow wild in Southern California and when served the trendiest of lettuces in the fanciest of establishments, all I see are lawn clippings and weeds. (I remember my mother picking this and that out of the yard and declaring it Salad.) And then there are the two main reasons:
1) Head lettuce was seldom served in our house and it was never the salad. It was the garnish to the monthly dinner of Tacos. It didn't have to be tediously torn into bite sized bits, (never cut lettuce, we were told, although this appears to be insupportable by science), but could be shredded easily with a knife.
2) It was always my job to wash the lettuce and Leaf Lettuce (and Spinach, which we ate raw at least a decade before anyone else would), and was pretty dirty stuff in those days. First you have to wash out the sink, then you separated the leaves and swished them around in the water, draining and swishing until the water looked clean.- at least three times. With head lettuce, you simply cut out the core (now I just smack the cord end on the counter and it breaks right out) and stick it under the faucet - turn it over and drain the water out. Good Times!