Out there in the world, iceberg lettuce has a bad rep: it’s pedestrian, boring, bland, boring, old-fashioned, with no nutritional value. But a big crunchy head of iceberg lettuce? There’s nothing wrong with that in my book. Those pale green, crunchy leaves of water, the perfect foil for a dab of dijon mustard and bit of cheddar cheese, the crispy part of a good burger. Plus, it’s a green vegetable. It’s got vitamins and all that. Man cannot live by iceberg lettuce alone, but it does add a crispy touch to other things. When I see a head of iceberg, I get inspired to make a taco salad, or my favorite Cobb, or Pasta House salads.
Other people get inspired to make posters:
Cartoons:
An iceberg lettuce island?
Plays:
Art by David Lester
Even bikinis:
Iceberg lettuce inspired poet Joanie Mackowski to write this poem. Vegetable leviathans – I’ll never imagine my salad in the same way. Enjoy, in honor of National Poetry Month:
Iceberg Lettuce
by Joanie Mackowski
Poetry (1999). Thank you to the Poetry Foundation for making these poems available online.
I'm Maggie, a food-loving, curiosity-seeking, nature-loving mom. I'm here serving up bite-sized recipes, raves, and reviews about food and family, food and culture, food and the environment, and food and travel. Thanks for stopping by!
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