<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>No-Cook Meals on Sunday Evening Review</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/no-cook-meals/</link><description>Recent content in No-Cook Meals on Sunday Evening Review</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://sundayeveningreview.com/tags/no-cook-meals/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Summer Salad Recipes That Are Actually Dinner</title><link>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/summer-salad-recipes/</link><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2026 08:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://sundayeveningreview.com/living/summer-salad-recipes/</guid><description>&lt;p>The first thing I noticed, the first Saturday of July, was that the table had changed.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>It&amp;rsquo;s the same table I go to every week at the Yellow Springs Farmers Market, run by a family from outside Xenia that I&amp;rsquo;ve been buying from for fifteen years. In May it&amp;rsquo;s asparagus. In June it&amp;rsquo;s strawberries, then the first zucchini, then snap peas. But in July the table gets heavy. The tomatoes arrive, not in a shy trickle but in a wave: Brandywines, Green Zebras, Black Krim, the small orange ones whose name I always forget and ask about every year. The stone fruit shows up a week or two behind them, peaches and then nectarines, piled in wooden flats. And if the summer has been right, if the rain came when it should have and the heat arrived on schedule, there is corn.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>