Salad

From The Holy State, by Thomas Fuller (1642):
[A]t our yeoman's table you shall have as many joints as dishes. No meat disguised with strange sauces, no straggling joint of a sheep in the midst of a pasture of grass, beset with salads on every side, but solid substantial food . . . .
From Pale Fire, Vladimir Nabokov (1962):
I am a strict vegetarian...The usual questions were fired at me about eggnogs and milkshakes being or not being acceptable to one of my persuasion. Shade said that with him it was the other way around: he must make a definite effort to partake of a vegetable. Beginning a salad, was to him like stepping into sea water on a chilly day, and he had always to brace himself in order to attack the fortress of an apple.

2 comments:

E Hines said...

Well, salad isn't food, it's what food eats. Yet I do like a decent sauce on my food, on occasion.

Eric Hines

Anonymous said...

I like a good sauce, but I want to know what I'm eating. The sour-cream based salad dressings of my childhood did me in. And I can still sing along with the Schoolhouse Rock cartoon about "Don't drown your food/ in Mayo or ketchup or goo./ How can you eat/ What you can't even see?/ Oh don't drown your food."

LittleRed1