arugula ever dumbening i sat watching the tennis players, doubles, in the cool not cold california november night. chamomile tea. french onion soup, melted cheese spilling over to crust along the side of the classic little shino/tenmoku pot (which crust i nibbled with delight). all seemed right. next the entree salad arrives. quickly seared tuna, peppery crust and rare ruby center. fingerling potatoes. expertly roasted in olive oil: tomatoes. slender, toothy black olives. hard boiled eggs lend an almost nicoise air to the affair. fork approaches—what? spinach? what is this e-coli killing machine i see before me, this bastard green, this oft-leathery, tannic beast? where is my peppery, nutty, delectably bitter arugula? where is my friend, the friend that every time i eat, i say, damn, i should eat more arugula? "the hostess should've informed you." preposterous. were i not a peaceful, patient, forgiving man, this crime would've certainly risen to the level of giving red vines to a twizzler man. only a few quiet recitations of the diamond and heart sutras brought me back to chewing, swallowing, enjoying. 061109 ... nom are you gonna argue about it 061110 ... reve gninebmud do you suggest that i have an arugulament about the situation? 061110 ... Ouroboros i love you, always_decreasing_intelligence 061121 ... ever entropic brain cellery you're just saying that cuz you're all high on meditation dust. 061121 ... unhinged . 110517 ... h|s|g where_have_you_been_all_my_life 110917 ... perfectly_chaotic I love the texture. It's just like having pieces of soft, pubescent paper on your mouth. Mmmmm. Fuzzy paper. *drools like Homer Simpson. 110918 ... unhinged and the taste. peppery, wild. good with balsamic my first serious boyfriend in the recent spate stuck out his tongue when i made him a salad with arugula. i have used a boy's taste in arugula as a litmus test ever_since 110918 what's it to you? who go blather from