Submitted by Valerie A. Winters, Brackney, Pennsylvania I grew up in a home with Lebanese parents. My father immigrated to America in the 1920s; my mom grew up in the same home I grew up in, in Binghamton, New York. We ate mostly ethnic food, but the simplest and most delicious recipe was our salad dressing. My mom or dad would pound a clove of garlic with a wooden pestle in a mortar or the bottom of a large wooden bowl, add kosher salt, and pulverize it until the garlic was soft, juicy, and aromatic. To that they would add olive oil, and then squeeze in a fresh lemon. (Often when we ran out of lemons, Mom and I would walk to the local grocery store on Main Street to bring them home, and when they got too expensive, we would use bottled lemon juice, although I don’t recommend it.) Voila! …