Salad will never be the same. Neither will Wednesday. Neither will you.

Hello. My name is Owen, and this is Salad Wednesday. I want you to join me here, where it is always Wednesday, and there are always salads. I want you to realize that there is more to this world than the furthest distance from the weekend and feeble romaine. There are kale castles and downtown arugula. There is the knight of red leaf and the duchess of alliums. There is witty fennel in cafes, sipping olive oil, charming the blueberries. There are street smart celery stalks, political red peppers and goat cheese that eases the tension. And there is you. You are also in Salad Wednesday, whipping up unusually awesome and awesomely unusual recipes, telling your friends about it, and pondering the great questions. I’m there too, standing outside of shops, asking the celery root how it’s been, applying vinegar like a surgeon. I observe it broadly from the rooftops. I go crunch crunch crunch.

Also, Salad Wednesday is a biweekly salad-themed potluck that I host every other Wednesday in the Bay Area. Come along, or start one yourself. I dream of spreading this baby like the best kind of virus.


Photo by estify, art by Andy Goldsworthy