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Vegetarian Italian Chopped Salad — The Kind of Dish That Tastes Like Something Built Over Time

February 2028. Mason's restaurant opens. He called it "Cellar" — a reference to the fermentation and preservation work at its center, and also to the idea of something built underground over time, patient and specific. The space is smaller than Table: eight tables, a communal table in the back, an open preservation room visible through glass where the ferments and pickles and cured things work in plain sight of the diners.

The opening night: family dinner, same format as Table's opening. Twelve people, the family plus Mia and a few of Mason's CIA cohort. Mason cooked everything. Alone, with one stage helper. The menu was seven items, all connected to fermentation in some way — the bread with a fourteen-day sourdough culture he'd started at CIA, the salad with a preserved lemon vinaigrette, the main with a kimchi compound butter, a dessert that used a cultured cream. Every dish legible and specific and connected to something he'd been building for years.

I ate everything. I held each bite a little longer than was strictly polite. This is what my son became, out of a kitchen that started in grief and grew into something I couldn't have planned. Ethan at Table: inherited sensibility. Mason at Cellar: patience and transformation. Both of them in their rooms feeding people. Both of them mine and not mine. Both of them exactly right.

After sitting at Mason’s table that opening night — watching him plate dish after dish built from cultures and brines and things that had been quietly transforming for weeks — I came home and found myself reaching for something that honored that same spirit without requiring a CIA education to pull off. The Vegetarian Italian Chopped Salad has always been my practical version of what Mason was doing at a higher level: olives cured in brine, pepperoncini that have been pickling in a jar, capers packed in salt — preserved, patient ingredients doing quiet work. It felt exactly right for the week my second son opened his restaurant and proved that transformation, given enough time, becomes something worth celebrating.

Vegetarian Italian Chopped Salad

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 15 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

  • 1 small head romaine lettuce, chopped (about 4 cups)
  • 1 cup canned chickpeas, drained and rinsed
  • 1/2 cup pitted Kalamata olives, halved
  • 1/2 cup pepperoncini peppers, sliced into rings
  • 1/2 cup jarred roasted red peppers, drained and chopped
  • 1/4 cup capers, drained
  • 4 oz provolone cheese, cubed or torn
  • 1/4 red onion, thinly sliced
  • 1/2 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
  • 3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
  • 1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon dried oregano
  • 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
  • Salt and black pepper to taste

Instructions

  1. Make the dressing. In a small bowl or jar, whisk together the red wine vinegar, olive oil, dried oregano, and garlic powder. Season with salt and pepper to taste and set aside.
  2. Prep the vegetables. Chop the romaine into bite-sized pieces. Thinly slice the red onion, halve the cherry tomatoes, and slice the pepperoncini into rings. Chop the roasted red peppers if they aren’t already in rough pieces.
  3. Assemble the salad. In a large bowl, combine the romaine, chickpeas, olives, pepperoncini, roasted red peppers, capers, provolone, red onion, and cherry tomatoes. Toss gently to distribute everything evenly.
  4. Dress and serve. Pour the dressing over the salad and toss to coat. Taste and adjust seasoning if needed. Serve immediately, or refrigerate undressed for up to one day and dress just before serving.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 320 | Protein: 11g | Fat: 22g | Carbs: 19g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 780mg

Michelle Larson
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Michelle Larson
Week 311 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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