All the ice, snow, and frozen ground is thawing. We splash through pools of water as we drive up and down the river roads. But there are still patches of ice that send the car sliding and remind us that we aren’t out of winter’s grasp just yet. But spring is in the air. And though the temperature doesn’t warrant a salad quite yet, we both ate every morsel of our quasi-Salades Niçoise.

 

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