Is it just me, or is there something crazily addicting about lettuce? I’m not talking about just any lettuce. I mean the crunchy, crispy, almost sweet, makes-you-feel-amazing, and maybe-it’s-Romaine lettuce. If your name is Jonathan (a.k.a. Hubby), your lettuce addiction drives you to raid the fridge after a meal, just so you can stuff a…