This salad reminds me of my home state of Oregon so much that I get a little sappy even just thinking about it. Western Oregon’s fertility is due to mild conditions and excellent soil courtesy of several incredible floods near the end of the last ice age, but there is something else extraordinary about Willamette Valley-grown food that distinguishes it from all other food I have yet tasted.
I ate a version of this salad almost every week throughout my 20s. It’s seen me through vegetarianism, raw foodism, fancy dinner parties, breakups, and potlucks. And even though I ate it for dinner last night and for lunch this afternoon, I can’t wait to make another version after my next trip to the farmer’s market.