After a young life filled with iceberg lettuce, I spent
years swearing off salad. Caesar Salad intrigued
me for a few months after I watched my college roommate’s father crack a raw
egg into the family salad bowl. I couldn’t
decide if that was Yuck! or the greatest adventure of all time. Yuck won out in the end.
Mostly, though, I was served tossed salads made of lettuce
and tomatoes, and they were boring. Three-bean
salad was pretty good as long as lima beans weren’t included, but the grocery
store versions were usually too salty.
A few years ago I began my romance with home-grown tomatoes. Now my go-to salad is a colorful mixture of
tomatoes, cucumber and radishes. No lettuce
is in sight.
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