One of my deepest regrets is not stealing a copy of the salad dressing recipe from The Wild Mountain Cafe in Larkspur California. I was the day chef there when I was 18 years old for the summer before Uni.
As hest I remember it was a blender full of orange juice, oil, alfalfa sprouts, and red onion. There must have been something tart like lemon juice of vinegar but my recollection of those Hippy days has faded. They say if you can remember the 60s, you weren’t really there….
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One of my deepest regrets is not stealing a copy of the salad dressing recipe from The Wild Mountain Cafe in Larkspur California. I was the day chef there when I was 18 years old for the summer before Uni.
As hest I remember it was a blender full of orange juice, oil, alfalfa sprouts, and red onion. There must have been something tart like lemon juice of vinegar but my recollection of those Hippy days has faded. They say if you can remember the 60s, you weren’t really there….
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