As I looked around my little dwelling, I saw everything there as if it was still in its "former" place. Each piece has a story, some of which I know personally, whereas others will always be a mystery to me. I chose a piece to include in my Past Due Tuesday post, a lamp that was in my family since before I was born. I took the obligatory photo and thought about what I would write. But while getting out a cereal bowl this morning a sparkle caught my eye. The salad bowl.
It's simple. It's common. There's nothing spectacular about it. I'm sure thousands of them still exist. But it was the bowl which my mother used to toss together a salad to go with supper. A simple salad. Lettuce, tomato, and cucumber perfectly seasoned with olive oil, vinegar, salt and pepper. No recipe, she just poured and mixed, and it always came out right. The olive oil was not fancy, extra virgin. It was the big pink and silver gallon can. This was before the "healthy" corn oil revolution. The salad was made when supper was almost ready to serve so that the greens were crisp.
This bowl held more salads than I dare guess.
Now I use it to make a simple summer salad. But the dressing isn't quite right. It might be time to buy the big pink and silver can of olive oil. :)