Once upon a time, in the middle of the Atlantic on a crossing from Antigua, West Indies to Italy, my pirate and reknowned-scrimshaw artist friend “Scrimmy” wrote a song about my daily prepared salads, so enamored with them was he. “They’re nutty! They’re fruity! They’re really f%$#ing groovy! Nicole’s sa-ha-lads…” Sure, maybe the tune is…