Eating pasta salad on a doorstep in Canada

by Sarah

I remember eating a homemade pasta salad on the back doorstep of a family friend’s house in the country outside Ottawa, Ontario, Canada whilst on holiday in the mid 1990s. I was looking out over their backyard to their barn and stables and the landscape beyond, which felt like one of the biggest open spaces I had ever seen in my life. I ate the salad with a fork straight from the large bowl it had been mixed in and it was delicious. Every now and then the memory of the taste of that salad dressing returns to me and I crave it to distraction, but I have never found it again.