Once doesn't need to be hungry to be able to eat salad.

You're surely not going to let this be wasted ?" "You can eat it to-morrow," said Madame Lerat; "it's nicer when its wilted." The ladies sighed as they looked regretfully at the salad-bowl.

Clemence related that she had one day eaten three bunches of watercresses at her lunch.

Madame Putois could do more than that, she would take a coss lettuce and munch it up with some salt just as it was without separating the leaves.

They could all have lived on salad, would have treated themselves to tubfuls.