Salad. It’s one of those foods where it all depends where you are in the world to understand the meaning of the term. Let me explain.
Fifteen years ago, on my first outing with my then boyfriend, now husband, parents, they took me to a fancy steakhouse in Tel Aviv. The first outing with the rents is always awkward, but being a vegetarian (yes, they knew) at a steakhouse with a limited menu, made it even more. Add to that my broken Hebrew with a waitress whose English was below par, and you have yourself one memorable evening. So when I went to order the Caesar Salad, my husband stopped me in mid-sentence and said to me in these exact words, “Wait, wait, you know that a caesar salad isn't really a salad right, its just lettuce and sauce”. I looked at him, greatly for his attempt to clarify, but with a look that said “Thanks love, but I know what I’m doing”.
And at that moment I realized that a salad in Israel was far from the salads I was used to in the States. To me a salad...
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