I've never thought of myself as a salad person, but my wife seems to be turning me into one. Take last night, for example. I biked to and from work yesterday—that's ten miles round-trip, and I didn't get home until 8:30 p.m.
It was the kind of day that usually ends up with me ordering a pizza for dinner and trying desperately to limit it to one and a half slices. But Vicky had other ideas. She's much more interested in eating healthily than I am, so she's far less inclined to give in to the "let's just order a pizza or Chinese food from the new Grand Sichuan" impulse than I am.
Vicky had bought a head of romaine lettuce, walnuts, and gorgonzola cheese to make one of her favorite salads the day before, so she was determined to serve it for dinner last night. While I watched a replay of the Yankees game (I had forgotten that it was an afternoon game, so I never checked the score during the day) Vicky made the salad. It was seriously delicious, a perfect June meal, and one that I never would have thought to make myself.
While I was eating it, I started thinking about how much salad I've been eating, both at restaurants and at home. Yesterday I had lunch with a friend and we shared a watermelon, mint, and feta salad. The day before that I had ordered a salad as a starter at a great meal we had at The Beagle.
I know that not all tasty salads are particularly healthy (adding bacon, for example, is often the culprit) or low-cal, but overall it's gotta be a good thing that I'm eating more of them.
With my local farmers' markets about to be filled with things like vine-ripened tomatoes and just-picked corn, I'm actually looking forward to a summer filled with salad. Who'd have thunk it? What's your go-to summer salad?