I love salad. I often joke about the day when I win the Powerball and have a commercial size salad bar installed in my home (along with a person to maintain it.) I have a cookbook entitled Salad Days. Guess what? It's all about salad. I have another cookbook that is nothing but dressings. I love a salad as simple as the Mullaney Salad to a monster Greek salad, Iceberg lettuce and all, to a masterpiece that can feature anything from a black bean cake to sliced filet mignon. Just sitting here typing, I'm thinking about great salads I've had: the crab cake salad at the Blue Marlin, blackened shrimp on a Caesar, a big giant bleu cheese wedge. But, despite all the exquisite salads I've had in my time, I have a confession to make.
