Some salads seem particularly all-American to us. These are the kind that turn up at church suppers, on the menus of rustic inns and restaurants off the beaten track, and in our grandmothers’ handwritten “receipt” books. They are simple and good, and deserve, in these sophisticated times, not to be forgotten.
“What is literature compared with cooking? One is shadow, the other is substance.”
—E. V. LUCAS