Monday, March 31, 2025

Horrible Bosses, Tiny Salads

I wrote this last year when I was at my lowest. Searching on Linked in, indeed and corporate websites, everywhere for an opportunity- a lifeline really so that I could leave the current 9-5 hell that I was living in week after week. Happily, things have now changed for the better.

There are days, most days when I really want to quit my job. Not that the work itself is bad. It's actually not difficult, my hours are pretty good (aside from working in the summertime) and the office is located just a few miles drive along the beach.

The problem is my boss.

She rages like a toddler when she perceives that someone is not doing something her way. Best of all when her thoughts are irrational, she likes to take her insecurities out on those around her. 

Melting down and yelling over a silly misunderstanding is her specialty. She once cornered me in the office kitchen, after closing the door so no one else could hear and verbally attacked me because she thought I was yelling at her and disrespecting her when in fact, there was a lot of office noise and I was simply trying to be heard over the din. 

She clearly has an issue with me. A few examples cited by her in my yearly (only given once in 5 years of employment) "review":

"You answer the phone so quickly I can't see the caller id."

"You complete projects too early."

"Your planning ahead is problematic."

"It's on you" "That's going to happen" in response to me expressing concern over dealing with completely avoidable last minute issues that derail then entire office staff after I brought up concern over it weeks prior in an attempt to mitigate the situation ahead of time.

And the cherry on top, when I asked for a raise: "You are the reason I want to quit."

But perhaps the absolute biggest offense: we don't take time for lunch. 

We eat at our desks, trudging through the workload. I bring a salad of chopped up bits and pieces nestled into a small container from my home refrigerator so that I can easily shovel it all in with a just fork...no knife needed. This way I can continue to type with one finger on my opposite hand.

Self care in this workplace is not made to be a priority and heaven forbid if you want to take a 5 minute walk or grab a breath of fresh air. But, if you are so inclined, you can do planks on the dirty carpet for 1 minute with the team. This is supposed to be an act of taking care of oneself. I refuse to participate.

I've worked for other horrible bosses before. Most of them were openly hostile and equally aggressive to my fellow coworkers as they were to me. This time its personal. I am the only target. So I lay low, and hide behind my computer screen, typing like a mad woman, to get all of my work done and leave for the day as soon as possibly allowed. 

I invented my first tiny chopped salad back in the days when I worked for a tyrant of a woman. It was an insanely busy restaurant that catered to tourists eager to catch the ferry to Martha's Vineyard and locals if they had the patience to wait in line. She screamed at me and many others everyday for an entire summer while I bused tables. There was no time to eat during the 12 hours of working. You might be able to shove some oyster crackers into your mouth and the diet coke was free but that was all. Until I became a prep cook. I was in charge of making all of the garden salads for the busy dinner rush. While slicing cucumbers and chopping lettuce, I cut up the ends of tomatoes and peppers, little leftover pieces of lettuce and threw chopped pepperoncini into a small wooden salad bowl housed in the corner of my bench. It looked like a tiny scrap bucket, which it technically was but was made up of bite size pieces of the good scraps. During the few minutes between prep and the front door being opened for service, I managed to grab a fork and a packet of blue cheese dressing. This was in the 1980's and we were all paid under the table. No breaks, no benefits. My days were fueled by adrenaline and fountain soda with lemon. I cried after every shift in the car on the way home that first summer I worked for her. I was 15 years old. I have not cried over a horrible boss and the way they treated me since. I guess I can thank her for helping me to grow a thick, hard and calloused skin.

That wild woman moved on to other targets and I stayed in that summer job for about 5 years, through my freshman year of college. I was tough, I could hang with the rest of the mangy kitchen crew. She told me I was one of her best employees. Then I worked for a madman caterer who acted in the same manner. On top of it, he was also a sexist chauvinist but equal in his bestowing of put downs and anger. No problem. I put my head down, did my work and was rewarded for it. Whenever he sees me in town, over 30 years later, he always said that he would like to have cloned me. Lord. Aside from his behavior, his worst offense? Non of us were given time or food to eat. 

We catered large business events and weddings. If you were lucky enough to be in the kitchen when the Caesar salad was plated for 150 guests as the dish room was about to receive the massive silver salad bowls used to mix the chopped romaine and the parmesan laden salad dressing, you may have been able to pilfer a tiny piece of green left behind before the bowl was rinsed and tossed into the dishwasher. The same went for the passed appetizers, the crudite or the cheese platter that were bused as the guests sat for dinner. But never let him catch you plucking a sad, wilted piece of celery that was left behind. Your reward: he would scream, "NO SEA GULLING!!!!" heard throughout the dining room, followed by a tantrum filled with a barrage of swear words that I am not willing to repeat here. I would rather starve.

In honor of horrible bosses everywhere, I have developed a few variations on my version of the "Tiny Salad". Remember to chop all ingredients into bite size or smaller pieces and layer them into a small, inconspicuous container with the dressing lining the bottom, underneath all of the other ingredients. Heavier and more substantial things such as chopped grilled chicken should be added first, lettuces and more delicate additions such as fresh herbs on the very top. Pack in a cooler bag with an ice pack and a napkin and keep it at your desk. When you are ready/allowed/don't fear retaliation for eating, gently shake the container to mix it all together. Don't forget to bring your own fork!


Tiny Salad Rules:

The salads are chopped so that they can be:

1. Eaten with just a fork

2. Eaten quickly

3. Eaten at your station/desk. etc. with little to no mess

4. Eaten without being detected that you are actually taking a moment to nourish yourself to get through        the misery of your workday.


Chopped "Garden" Salad


iceberg lettuce
tomatoes
cucumbers
green peppers
red onion (optional)
black olives
pepperoncini peppers

packet of blue cheese dressing

Chop all ingredients except blue cheese dressing into bite size pieces. Combine in small wooden salad bowl. Top with blue cheese dressing. Eat quickly in the corner so no one notices.


Caesar Salad with Leftover Bread Croutons


romaine lettuce (chopped)
croutons
Ceasar dressing
Parmesan cheese for garnish

Caesar Dressing:

1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
1/3 cup Hellman's Mayonnaise
1/4 cup lemon juice
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon salt'1/2 teaspoon black pepper


Croutons:

day old bread
olive oil
salt, pepper, garlic powder

Cut up bread into bite size pieces. Toss in olive oil. Spread evenly across a sheet pan. Sprinkle with salt, pepper and garlic powder. Toast in oven at 350 degrees for about 5-7 minutes until lightly browned. Cool completely before adding to salad. While croutons are toasting, mix all ingredients for Caesar Dressing.

Chop romaine lettuce into bite size pieces. Add croutons. Toss with Caesar dressing. Sprinkle with additional Parmesan cheese. Shove in your mouth immediately while running out of kitchen/view of chef.



BBQ Chicken Chopped Salad (inspired by California Pizza Kitchen)


grilled chicken
BBQ sauce (I prefer Stubbs Original)
Ranch Dressing (Ken's, of course)
diced jalapeno
wedge of lime
frozen corn kernels
green apple
tomato
lettuce
cilantro

(All ingredients should be cut into bite size pieces (except jalapeno-make that smaller) and placed into a small container with a cover.) 
Chop chicken and add to one side of the container. Drizzle chicken with BBQ sauce. Add approximately 2 tablespoons of ranch dressing to the bottom of the container adjacent to the chicken. Place diced jalapeno onto ranch dressing and squeeze the wedge of lime over the top.
Sprinkle corn kernels into container. Add a layer of chopped green apple and chopped tomatoes. Shred lettuce and fill to top. If you have fresh cilantro, add that at the very last. Cover container and bring to work to eat at your desk. When it's lunch time, grab a fork and gently toss the salad being careful not to drop half the lettuce onto the floor under your desk. Devour while typing with your other hand or secretly looking at instagram.





Sunday, October 6, 2024

Don't Call It Retro: The Cosmopolitan Cocktail Has Always Been in Style





 I hear there is a revival happening right now- a retro cocktail revival. Something about the "fluorescent nostalgia of old school cocktails" as noted by Sam Stone in Bon Appetit magazine this month. In the article they described a new version of the electric green Appletini showing up in a cocktail bar in New Orleans. I have no problem with a comeback story. I love the idea of a phoenix rising out of the ashes. The issue have here is that this drink made popular in the 1990's is considered "old school" as if it were a classic gin martini garnished with a single green olive-the kind my grandmother would have ordered if she actually drank that sort of thing. Designating something that was popular in the 1990's as retro also signals to me that I am now officially old and I don't like to be reminded of that since I will forever think of myself as 25 and impossibly young.

Other "Comeback Cocktails" listed in the article (Neon Retro Redux) include the Cosmopolitan made popular in the late 1990's -early 2000's by Carrie and her fabulous friends in "Sex and the City".  But I contend that this very cool drink never went out of style and it continues to be top on my list of go-to's. And those four ladies will always represent the epitome of a cool, strong female power squad. I think we need to channel that energy now more than ever, don't you?

Recently, though the ever glam Cosmopolitan cocktail reached an even higher rung on my list when I had one -dare I say, "the best version I have ever tasted"?- at Fisherman's View Restaurant in Sandwich, MA. Not your typical SATC vibe, a nice-tame place overlooking the water that was way too crowded on a Saturday night after Labor Day but the cocktail was perfection: bright pink hue disguising the booziness of the vodka, eye pleasing contrast with the lime wheel garnish but the best part was the balance of tart and sweet from the ingenious swap out of a cranberry shrub for the typical cranberry juice cocktail.  I am salivating just thinking about it now.

Now this is a reboot that I can get behind. 


The Fisherman's View Restaurant calls theirs the "Cape Cod Cosmo". If you are ever in Sandwich, MA be sure to stop by and sample it for yourself. Until then, make this at home as this version tastes pretty close to theirs.


Best Cosmopolitan 
(makes one)

3 oz. vodka
2 oz. cranberry shrub*
1/2 oz. triple sec or cointreau
1/4 oz. lime juice
lime wheel for garnish

Add all ingredients except lime wheel to shaker full of ice. Shake vigorously until shaker has frost forming on the outside. Strain into a chilled martini glass. Garnish with lime wheel. Serve dirty rocks on the side.


*Cranberry Shrub
(makes enough for multiple cocktails)


1 cup fresh or frozen cranberries
1 cup water
1 cup white vinegar
1 cup sugar

Add all ingredients to a medium size saucepan. Bring to boil them simmer for 15 minutes on low.
Remove from heat and allow to cool. Strain through a fine mesh sieve into a glass jar with lid. Refrigerate until ready to use.