Poor iceberg lettuce.
It’s like the Wonder Bread of the produce department, isn’t it? The red-headed stepchild? Seriously, I don’t know of a single self-respecting foodie who would ever serve it at her dinner table. Something about it just screams “1978”, when all our mothers served us salads of iceberg lettuce and Wishbone dressing, ala Carol Brady.Featured, Fresh, Frugal, Fabulous | September 2nd, 2009