Allow me to introduce you to the birth of my Scrumptious Salads series…
The other day I discovered two containers of salads I prepared about 10 days prior that were going rotten in the fridge. My husband and I had brought them out with us with the best of intentions, but what did we do? We left the salads in our bags and bought something instead. So we placed the salads back in the fridge when we got home with the best of intentions yet again, and what happened? They were completely forgotten. Their presence came back with a horrific, putrid vengeance, though, when I opened the containers to put the salad in the compost bin. I gagged and my eyes were practically tearing. What a stench.
Why didn’t we eat these in the first place?
Can you say boring salads?
I grew up in a house where salad (lettuce with onion, cucumbers, and balsamic vinegar) was served after every dinner. This is not a strange occurrence for an Italian household, but after 20-something years of the same thing, this salad is bound to drive you nuts.
…or maybe not — my relatives still eat this day in and day out too…
But whatever.
It got to the point where if someone served me a plain salad with balsamic again I was going to stab them with my fork.