The citizens of New York always seem to complain when the cold wind slips through their jacket stating winter is on its way. Most of them despise the cold and began having summer daydreams just as soon as August ends. I am the opposite. I adore stepping outside of my orange beige door and stepping into an infinity blanket of snow., especially if there's a mountain near by. This salad is for all of you missing the hot yellow heat beating on the black top & the smell of barbecue waving in from your neighbor's yard.