When you think of North Dakota, what do you think of?
- Prairie lands torn down to make room for sugar beet crops?
- Oil fields littered with urine bottles?
- Bison but never buffalo?
- Guns, God, and Jello with fruit in it?
- Meat, lots of meat: brats, Boston butt, pork feet, cubed lamb, knuckle meat, beef heart, skin on pork belly, freezer full of cow (approximately $500)?
The Ambassador of the Delegation of the European Union decided to check out North Dakota by way of my place o’ employment: one land-grant university institution located in a medium-sized city known for its woodchippers and potato chippers.
My Dear Coworker (that’s her real name) was delegated The Ambassador Luncheon. She contacted several VIPs for this luncheon who, apropos of nothing, made special dietary requests regarding the luncheon.
“Maybe like a salad.”
“Not a spicy salad. Just a regular salad.”
I hope the Ambassador enjoyed his bed of leafy greens, and that he now knows what North Dakota is all about: SALAD.