I went along to my cooking group today and celebrated a vegetarian diwali lunch so I took along a big fat greek salad replete with tomatoes, cucumbers and olives, onion rings and crunchy lettuce, green peppers and generous bits of greek feta cheese sprinkled with oregano.
It was much admired from the lovely wooden salad bowl it was in, gently caressed by admiring hands, to the way I had arranged it visually, to the secrets of my delicious salad dressing which I had to eventually confess was nothing more than olive oil, vinegar, salt, pepper. Every one tucked in with considerable delight. So something that to me was so ordinary and so simple was to most of my group, refreshingly different and quite exotic. How lovely to see that it works both ways and while I delight in their double fried pakoras and their dhal they can smile at may salata.
The best bit was that we ate it with a tea spoon.