This is a book I found in the library at school. Officially it is called The Edgewater Beach Hotel Book of Salads and I originally took it off of the shelf because it looked like a beautiful book. Then I opened it and was somewhat horrified by what was contained within. It was written originally in 1926; this edition is from 1928. Let me say that salads, at that time, were very, very, very very very different creatures. Many of them have cream cheese. Most are a bunch of sliced things “artistically” arranged on sad looking leaves of iceberg lettuce.
Here are a few pages to give you an idea of what most of them look like. I think the Lady Windmere looks a little like caterpillars. Personally, if I were Lady Windmere and someone named this thing after me I probably would have been extremely offended. The book made me so sad because it was obvious that Arnold Shircliffe was very passionate about salads and took this book quite seriously. I can’t quite get over the caterpillars though. Or the “salad” that is a half a tomato stuffed with scrambled eggs and draped with ham, sitting on top of iceberg lettuce.