My grandfather's salads

Often, my grandfather tells about salads, of all shapes and colors, or simply curly. Sometimes my grandmother takes one and remakes it in her own way. Or others savor them with a grain of salt. When I grow up, I will want to tell stories as beautiful as those of my grandfather. So to be ready, I have already planted my first salad. A simple, tender and above all very funny first album which speaks less of gardening than of intergenerational complicity.