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Salad Bar -- Twenty-Three Years of the Same Table, the Same Hands, the Same Pride

Pioneer Day 2028. Twenty-third year making the potato salad for this holiday. I say this not as a complaint but as a form of pride — twenty-three years of the same dish for the same holiday, the recipe adjusting slightly each year as I adjust, the hands knowing it better each time. That's what practice does. It doesn't make perfect; it makes intimate. You become intimate with the thing you practice.

Noah, who is going into his senior year, brought his latest food writing piece to the picnic and read it to the family — not performing it exactly, more sharing. It was a piece about corn: the varieties, the history, the way summer tastes like sweet corn for six weeks each year and nothing else is exactly that. Gary's grilled corn as the specific entry point. It was beautiful writing. Ethan listened with the attention he gives things he respects and said afterward, "You should write for Table. About the sourcing." Noah said, "I might." He will. Or something like it. The writing will find its form.

Mason and Ethan were both at the picnic, which is not always possible with restaurant schedules. Both my restaurant children, present in the yard on the summer holiday, eating my potato salad and Gary's corn. The yard was full of the sound of it. I stood at the edge of it and felt the abundance of what this family has become.

Twenty-three years of potato salad teaches you that the dish is never really the point — the table is. But you still want the dish to be good, and a proper salad bar spread is what lets everyone find their own version of the meal, the way this family has found its own version of itself. After standing at the edge of that yard watching Mason and Ethan and Noah and Gary all in the same place at the same time, I wanted a recipe that holds space for everyone — something generous and customizable, the kind of thing that feeds a yard full of people who all love food differently.

Salad Bar

Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 0 min | Total Time: 25 min | Servings: 8

Ingredients

  • 1 large head romaine lettuce, chopped
  • 1 head iceberg lettuce, shredded
  • 2 cups cherry tomatoes, halved
  • 1 English cucumber, sliced into half-moons
  • 1 cup shredded carrots
  • 1 cup sliced radishes
  • 1 cup red onion, thinly sliced
  • 1 cup sliced black olives
  • 1 cup chickpeas, drained and rinsed
  • 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese
  • 1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
  • 1 cup croutons
  • 4 hard-boiled eggs, sliced
  • 1 cup diced bell peppers (mixed colors)
  • 1/2 cup sunflower seeds
  • Assorted dressings: ranch, balsamic vinaigrette, Italian

Instructions

  1. Prep the greens. Wash and dry both lettuces thoroughly. Chop the romaine into bite-sized pieces and shred the iceberg. Arrange in separate large bowls or along one end of a long serving surface.
  2. Prepare the vegetables. Slice, dice, and halve all vegetables as noted. Pat dry with paper towels so they don’t water down the spread.
  3. Arrange the toppings. Set out each topping in its own small bowl or section of a large rimmed tray — tomatoes, cucumber, carrots, radishes, onion, olives, chickpeas, peppers, and sunflower seeds each in their own spot.
  4. Set out the proteins and cheese. Arrange the hard-boiled egg slices, shredded cheddar, and crumbled feta in separate small dishes alongside the vegetables.
  5. Add the finishing touches. Place croutons in a bowl just before serving so they stay crisp. Set out dressing options in small pitchers or cruets at the end of the bar.
  6. Serve family style. Let guests build their own bowls, starting with greens and moving down the line. Replenish any toppings that run low during the meal.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 10g | Fat: 12g | Carbs: 18g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 380mg

Michelle Larson
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Michelle Larson
Week 315 of Michelle’s 30-year story · Provo, Utah
Michelle is a forty-four-year-old mom of six in Provo, Utah, a former accountant who traded spreadsheets for freezer meal prep and never looked back. She is LDS, organized to a fault, and can fill a chest freezer with sixty labeled meals in a single Sunday afternoon. She lost her second baby to SIDS and carries that grief in everything she does — including the way she feeds her family, which she does with a precision and devotion that borders on sacred.

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