The Salad Comes AgainWe march ever onward in our war against the produce. We were given cilantro this time, and peppers too, and even more cucumbers. I did not manage to fully solve the cucumber problem, but all of the above suggests salsa. Those together, finely chopped, with some toasted cumin and the tomatoes growing reluctant on the windowsill and the juices from the lemon and lime in the bottom of the crisper are all now in a bowl on the table with a bit of green onion. It is all collapsing into something wonderful, and will be more so by the morrow.
We were given more fennel, and more potatoes, too. The other bowl on the counter holds these (chopped, and cooked and chopped) along with the parsley, the dill, some capers, mustard, pepper and salt. I will add the rest of the dressing shortly. It ought to be good.
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