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It is really one of my great sorrows (leiden, not yisurim) that we don’t actually post salad recipes, and seldom post pictures of salads (though this is belied by our status as WordPress’ featured salad-tag blog. Sometimes I feel a little guilty). Once upon a time, I did imagine that this site would be a meeting place for salad lovers, a place where they could post pictures of all the delightful fruits, vegetables, oils, and legumes that go in to making Salads. It’s hard to imagine how we ended up here.

But while it may be too late to mend our ways, there is good news on the horizon for salad fans. Word has reached SaladGlobalMedia headquarters that Toronto may soon be lifting provincial legislation permitting only hot dogs and sausages to be sold on the street. The article, correctly equating this phenomenon with the Soviet Union (though I would add in Fascist Spain and William III’s England, for good measure), posits that once this ban is lifted, and choice is again returned to the people of Toronto, a flurry of gastronomic innovations will suddenly hit the city. According to the article, Toronto may soon see the kebab grace its fair streets. But Sir! I must ask, why stop there? Why not delicacies like Braised Lamb, or Pulled Pork, or Frog’s Legs:

Guy Rubino, the executive chef at Rain, an Asian-inspired restaurant on Mercer Street in the Entertainment District, addressed the board of health and said that other cities around the world put Toronto’s street meat to shame, offering noodle dishes, fresh fruit, and, in Singapore, a delicacy known as frog’s legs porridge.

“It’s not that the ingredients aren’t here,” Mr. Rubino said. “. . . it’s embarrassing. This city is trying so hard to be world class, but on this topic it is so ghetto.”

Well Toronto, the only solution to this silly provincialism is to start serving salads, the most cosmopolitan of all appetizers.

UPDATE: For further irony, see this New York Times travel piece on Singapore’s street food, “Singapore: A Repressed City-State? Not in Its Kitchens.” I wonder if any city will ever find the happy medium between complete repression in gastronomy/high individual liberties and excellent street food/repression. A strange tautology indeed.