This salad reminds me (Amelia) of a disagreement I had last year with a friend. We had just entered French class, and were desperately tucking in the last corners of our conversation before the bell rang. At least, I felt desperate, because my friend had told me something I hear all too often: she doesn’t like salad. I was aghast and pushed her to tell me why.
As it turns out, Winter is one of my (Amelia) favorite seasons for produce.
Yes, Winter, not Summer.
The cold season where everything is supposed to be dead. But everything isn’t dead, and I see that now! Cabbage makes crunchy salads, cauliflower has buttery potential, pomegranates are truly edible gemstones, and my heart dances a little whenever I smell the fragrance of quince or taste a sweet persimmon.
