Funny how things get their names. You’re flipping through a menu and find a name that makes you pause and wonder how that happened. An example would be one of my favorite salads, the MoMA. Here’s how that came about. A few years back — in the late nineties — I had a spot called Stella’s Bistro located in the Pensacola Cultural Center. It was a casual little place where all the sandwiches were named for theaters and all the salads were named for museums. This little jewel of a salad, made with applewood-smoked bacon, Gorgonzola cheese, toasted walnuts, caramelized pears and a Gorgonzola vinaigrette, was named the MoMA after the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan. The salad came with me to the Fish House and has resisted efforts to be renamed. We’d rather have you come to us, but if you’re cooking at home, here’s the recipe.