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Did the usual, chopped up some cucumbers, green peppers, tomatoes, and no onions (because I never can tell how strong an onion is going to be when eaten raw until I'm chewing it and it's melting my head from EXTREME ONION MUSK, and every Greek salad I've ever bought has had onions made of pure misery, and I say all this as a person who scares the local taco place with my requests for extra jalapenos and hot sauce so it's not like I'm shy of food that can double as a chemical weapon), opened a tin of sliced black olives (because fewer go farther and there are definitely no stones in them if they're sliced) and a bag of shredded feta (less goes farther, etc) and put it all in the four litre Greek Salad pail (because I will make that much greek salad and eat it almost exclusively for days during the summer), poured the dressing on top, sealed the pail and went to shake it up to mix it.
Not this time, says Fate. Boom, splat.
I did manage to keep most of it in the pail somehow and turn it back right side up, but there was definitely a 'boom' and a 'splat'. Dressing and feta all over everything. I'm thinking there was maybe too much air trapped in the pail when I went to shake it? No idea.
It's kind of a 'this was inevitable' thing in retrospect, but I've been tempting fate for over a year making greek salad this way - filling a four litre pail with chopped veggies etc and then shaking it with moderate intensity - and this was the first time it exploded so really, it was overdue for something to happen during the procedure.
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