There are very few things in life that I can say I know for sure, but I do know this: salad always tastes better when someone else prepares it for me. I call it the Universal Law of Salad. They say that love comes in many forms, and I say sometimes it comes in the form of a salad.
We all know what goes into making a great salad. Careful selection of quality produce - locally grown, if possible - with the perfect variety for texture, taste and color. An extended session of blanching, chopping, slicing and dicing. Preparation of a tangy homemade oil and vinegar dressing, complete with multiple tastings to ensure it is perfectly seasoned. When all of this is done, it can be ever so gently mixed together and served. Served on a chilled plate, if you are feeling fancy.
There are days and even seasons when a big, beautiful, delectable salad would be all I would need to be happy. And those days and even seasons when someone else would go to all this trouble for me? Well that, my friends, is a thing of beauty.
Look, I know exactly what it takes to make a great salad - it takes time, patience, and great attentiveness to detail. And knowing that someone else is willing to do for me what I am not willing to do for myself in the moment? It only makes that salad taste better, for it is a salad that is seasoned with love. Pure, patient, abiding, edible love.