Salads are a staple in our house. True to a popular stereotype, the boys don’t eat them all that often, but us girls? Throw on The Bachelor, give us a big bowl of fresh greens and leftover vegetables, add some sliced, roasted chicken or fish and we’re happy clams.
Except – the dressing. I’m a hopeless snob when it comes to the dressing. It must be homemade or I’ll just use a squeeze of lemon, pout that my salad is ruined, and call it a day….