Not exactly a seasonal picture, but one that does require seasoning. Vinegar with a splash of olive oil, and some salt, pepper, and Mrs. Dash, or a tiny portion of a million other ingredients. It makes me wonder who or how it was discovered that salad is edible. Cows munch on grass, but we don’t. At some point humans must have thought to be cowlike, only to find that we can’t digest grass and that straw does absolutely nothing for us. I, for example, see nothing edible in this picture. And yet, the salad in my bowl looks absolutely delicious. Has the history of salad been lost in the strange history of human progress? Is there anything obvious about salad? Apples and oranges are somewhat obvious… the sweetness on the tongue. I suppose roasted animal seems just as obvious, though much less polite. But how many leaves growing on the ground would one have to taste and regurgitate to determine what goes in the bowl before dinner? Or in some places after? It strikes me as completely mysterious, and yet invitingly tasty. The almost infinite depth and variety of salad.