My Heart Says
Chocolate and Wine
My Jeans Say
For the Love of God
Woman, Eat a Salad!
Aah yes it sounds melodramatic. Personally I like to add a little melodrama to life. Melodrama has a different vibe than merely plain ol’ drama. Mae West comes to mind, when I think of imbuing a bit of melodrama. She had the knack along with her body language to imbue the most innocent statements with innuendo. Oops! Reality check. I suspect most of my readers are going, “Who?” Thus what I just said has absolutely no relevance.
But not to fear! Salads are relevant. Luckily I love salad and salad loves me. Weird to really like something that is actually good for me. Okay. Okay. I know. I hear you out there. What about the dressing. Moderation is the key. I leave it at that.
In my youth, back when the earth was still cooling, my idea of salad was lettuce and tomato —- ice berg lettuce of course —– garnished with a slice or two of cucumber. The typical salad roster also listed potato salad, cole slaw and macaroni salad. There was always the competition of whose potato salad recipe was the best. Pickles or no pickles. Eggs or no eggs. mayonnaise or salad dressing Jello salads in fancy molds were the ultimate in elegance. If you had the flair to get your jello out of the mold perfectly, you were considered a gourmet chef. No wonder I had a lack of enthusiasm for salad. I didn’t dislike them, but I certainly didn’t swoon when I heard salad was part of the menu. As long as it wasn’t canned peas or canned creamed corn, I was happy.
Luckily life in the salad lane has changed. Salads have morphed from stodgy station wagons to sleek turbo charged sports cars. I am not sure why that metaphor popped into my head in regard to discussing salad in a food blog, but it did. So I’m just going to take John Lennon’s advice and let it be.
So of course I have the pleasure of featuring some fabulous salads from some fabulous cooks.