Most people, when they decide to make salad, just make a salad. A quick opening of the refrigerator door. A glance at the counter. A whisk and a shake of vinegar and oil. I love almost every salad I make (surely I should be thinner) and Dave does, too. With a couple of exceptions, I rarely repeat one, though I am crazy about fresh spinach with lime vinaigrette. And, maybe even more, green beans and mushrooms with tarragon. Or Caprese with bacon.... Well.
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