September is a month of memories: joy at the happy times spent among family and friends, sadness at the summer that has passed and energy as autumn knocks at our door.
Here, I serve up a concept, the idea of a salad, as opposed to a recipe. Still in-season figs meet the first crop of grapes and hazelnuts, a taste of the winter to come. Summer freshness is furnished by the mint, while papaya and ginger linger like an exotic ghost of distant travels. The pastrami is a tribute to the past and a promise of the future, a nod to New York delis.
September is the end of the summer, but the beginning of a new season bursting with healthy ingredients ripe for the picking.