Great Green salad

Without the slightest bit of lady façade tinting this statement with falsity, I want to aver that I love a good salad. I really, truly do. I like messy "kitchen sink" salads, what I like to call compost salads. Those are the sorts crafted by tossing in a deep bowl (spills are annoying), all manner of vegetal flotsam found in your crisper drawers with any grains, nuts, fruits, meats, cheeses and dressing you fancy and then flipping the result onto a plate or into a generously-sized bowl (see above parenthetical note for the why). Serve with warm bread if you like, perhaps some hummus or dipping oil too. Enjoy.

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I also appreciate a composed salad though I don't often make them just for me because really, who has the time? As well, I want to enjoy my food and, especially at lunchtime for the love, if making it requires too much in the way of preciousness or crafting, the pleasure-factor is diminished. Not always, but you get my drift.

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I like pasta salads and grain-based salads, fruit salads and warm salads. I like leftover salad too, unless you start with the wrong sort of lettuce in which case the leftovers aren't nicely marinated but instead remind me too much of the stems of flowers that have been in a vase for a week: slimy, smelly, yuk.

And I enjoy experimenting with the ways various ingredients can come together in salad form.

Today, I craved a fresh, unique salad. I'm -gasp- the slightest bit tired of tomatoes and regular old lettuce. So I poked around and found half a head of the always-beauitful Savoy cabbage; two heads of sweet Belgian endive which I adore for its crunchy, vaguely bitter, delicate flavor; some Persian cucumbers; and some scuppernong grapes*. I immediately chose all of that plus some Parmesan, a Meyer lemon, walnut oil and fresh walnuts which I immediately toasted so that they could cool while I made the salad.

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I adore cabbage but I wanted it to be part of the team here. As such, I sliced it into paper-thin slivers to match rather than overwhelm the texture and taste of the endive. I didn't peel the cucs because A) peel = fiber and other good stuff, and B) I like texture and color and cuc peel adds both. I quartered the grapes both because they are large and I wanted to do the seeding work in advance of indulging in this lovely salad-to-be.

The dressing was made by the simple whisking together of two tablespoons of walnut oil, the juice of half that Meyer lemon, salt and freshly ground pepper. Using a vegetable peeler, I shaved Parmesan feathers over the top, dressed the salad and let it sit for a few minutes so the flavors could diffuse and marry. This hit the spot completely!

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*Scuppernongs are a large variety of the muscadine, a grape that has a thicker-than-usual skin, three to four seeds, hails from the southern US and is worth every bit of the effort required to -oh my!- eat a grape with seeds. Scuppernongs (and muscadines) aren't available all year but are in season now. Try some! You won't be sorry!

To read more about scuppernongs (because really, isn't it fun to say their name?), read this Garden & Gun article, if only for the stunning photo.

Easy breezy herb garden pasta

As you might definitely know by now, I am forever trying to grow as much food as possible in our extremely shady back yard. Spend time trying to keep birds, squirrels and snails at bay organically while coaxing even a small handful of strawberries from a garden spot under a large tree, and you'll never balk at farmers market prices again. Suffice it to say I've mostly given up on plants beyond the trusty basics: greens of all stripes, container tomatoes and herbs. That said, a sage plant I planted a couple years back has decided it loves the shady spot under the tree and has grown into a sizeable bush pregnant with velvety, finger-length leaves. I love sage but don't use it enough. One of my favorite applications is sage butter tossed with pumpkin ravioli though that's most often a go-to meal for one when T is away because he finds pumpkin too earthily sweet to truly enjoy. But sage in large-scale use?

My good friend, M, has a terrifically sunny spot in her yard and is awash in herbs as I write. She recently made my mint-pistachio pesto and later asked about my sage-walnut pesto. Her question and subsequent making of that pesto jogged my memory in the best way: why wasn't I making sage pesto right now?

Last night, I did. And it was scrumptious. Simple, bright, unexpected. And a great way to use a delicate yet assertively flavored plant that's rarely forefront in people's minds. Try it soon; you'll love it too!

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Kale salad- dinner entrée extraordinaire, nutso misc

My husband would definitely NOT agree with the idea that in a million years, a kale salad could be an entrée, much less an extraordinary one. But, as he is on a train right now, I'm living the dream of a Kale.Dinner.Salad. Fab! I also might be the slightest bit tipsy because since 3p on, things have been slightly hairy. Jack had his 6 year old well-child exam at the ped's office, and all was great until...dah, dah...The Lab! Anyone within earshot surely thought we were sawing his limbs off slowly and one at a time. In truth, he was having a bit of blood drawn and undergoing the TB prick test. I'm not saying either is fun, but seriously. I had my legs and arms wrapped around his, and not one but 2! lab techs had to assist. Oliver looked askance, as if he were thinking, "WTF, Jack?! I just did this at my 3yo visit and didn't have a cow in the process." In any case, it was finally all over, he delighted in the hearing/sight tests, really thrilled in receiving a Batman sticker and we ambled home. At this point, Oliver started expressing so much flatulence that I could have blown up balloons. Finally he headed off to the pot and Mr. Do It By Myself (bless him but please, know when a job is above your skill-set) insisted he could wipe. Until he couldn't. Truly folks, how that much poop got so many places is beyond me, but I just said, kids- into the bath now! and we started the bedtime routine off early. Mon dieu, it was nasty, and I started looking forward to a glass of wine.

Fast forward to my dinner-time, and I just had to have a kale salad. This is definitely compost salad 2.0. I am all about massaging raw kale with olive oil (great for your hands too!) and tossing it with stuff + a zingy garlic-lemon-salt dressing. Tonight's version is a keeper, and I will share the recipe.

On another, stupid and lame note, is anyone, ANYONE, surprised about TomKat? If no one -not my parents, friends, birth certificate, me- had ever called myself Emí, but then some crazy crush insisted upon doing so (Katie/Kate, peeps), would I marry him? Probs not, especially if he were a Scientologist for the love.

Just for kickers, my auto-correct does not recognize "Scientologist" as a word. It's a little funny.