Vietnamese Spring Roll Salad

Week 539. Summer 2026. I am 43 years old and standing in my kitchen — the Bench house kitchen, the one that held cancer and divorce and cinnamon rolls — and the stove is on and something is cooking and the house smells like grilled food and garden herbs and this is my life. This is the life I built.

The garden is producing wildly, tomatoes by the pound, and I stood in it this week and thought about dirt and time and the way both of them turn nothing into something if you're patient enough.

Mason is 15 and navigating high school with the quiet competence that has always been his way — focused, kind, certain of who he is in a way that took me thirty years to achieve.

Lily is 13 and competing in equestrian events and winning with the Dawson stubbornness that I recognize because it's mine.

I made gazpacho this week. The food continues. The food always continues. It is the thread that connects every week to every other week, every year to every other year, every version of me to every other version — the woman on the kitchen floor, the woman at the chemo recliner, the woman at the grill, the woman at the outdoor table under the string lights. All of them, connected by the food they made with their hands. All of them, me.

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The gazpacho I made this week was already gone before I could photograph it — Mason and Lily got to it first, which is its own kind of win. So for Sunday’s post I turned to the other thing the garden was handing me in armfuls: cucumbers, herbs, shredded carrots going soft at the edges, and a bag of rice noodles that had been waiting patiently in the pantry. This Vietnamese Spring Roll Salad is the kind of recipe that feels like the garden figured out dinner for you — bright and cold and done before you’ve had time to overthink it, which is exactly what a Tuesday in this house requires.

Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cook Time: 5 minutes | Total Time: 25 minutes | Servings: 4

Ingredients

4 oz rice vermicelli noodles
2 cups shredded purple cabbage
1 cup shredded carrots (about 2 medium)
1 English cucumber, thinly sliced into half-moons
1 red bell pepper, thinly sliced
1 cup fresh bean sprouts
1/2 cup fresh mint leaves
1/2 cup fresh cilantro leaves
1/4 cup fresh basil leaves, torn
3 green onions, thinly sliced
1/4 cup roasted salted peanuts, roughly chopped
For the peanut dressing:
3 tablespoons creamy peanut butter
2 tablespoons soy sauce or tamari
2 tablespoons fresh lime juice (about 1 large lime)
1 tablespoon rice vinegar
1 tablespoon honey or maple syrup
1 teaspoon toasted sesame oil
1 teaspoon fresh ginger, grated
1 clove garlic, minced
2–4 tablespoons warm water, to thin
1/2 teaspoon red pepper flakes (optional)

Instructions

Cook the noodles. Cook rice vermicelli according to package directions, usually 3–5 minutes in boiling water. Drain, rinse under cold water until fully cooled, and set aside. Use kitchen scissors to cut the noodles into shorter lengths if desired.
Make the peanut dressing. Whisk together peanut butter, soy sauce, lime juice, rice vinegar, honey, sesame oil, ginger, and garlic in a small bowl. Add warm water one tablespoon at a time until the dressing is pourable but still thick. Taste and adjust — more lime for brightness, more soy for salt, more honey for sweetness. Set aside.
Prep the vegetables. Shred cabbage and carrots, slice cucumber and bell pepper, rinse bean sprouts, and tear or pick all herbs. Keep everything roughly uniform in size so each forkful gets a little of everything.
Assemble the salad. In a large wide bowl or on a platter, layer the cooled noodles as a base. Arrange cabbage, carrots, cucumber, bell pepper, and bean sprouts over the top. Scatter mint, cilantro, basil, and green onions across the surface.
Dress and finish. Drizzle peanut dressing generously over the salad. Toss gently to combine or leave it arranged for serving at the table. Top with chopped peanuts and red pepper flakes if using. Serve immediately, with extra dressing on the side.

Nutrition (per serving)

Vietnamese Spring Roll Salad — The Garden Keeps Giving, and So Do I