I’m taking a break from LettuceVeg to work on the travel blog my boyfriend and I started to document a year of backpacking around the world. Check it out here!
I’m becoming queen of the salads, huh? In my defense, after a filling brunch at Cafe Mogador on Saturday, I wanted to balance all that halumi cheese with something light and summery for my dinner at home. While flipping through my binder of recipe tear sheets, I saw this one from Health magazine for an artichoke, edamame and asparagus salad. And even though I’m not necessarily a slave to ingredient lists, the fact that I had everything — even the frozen edamame beans — gave me that extra motivation to add this salad as a side to a bowl of heirloom tomato pasta.
Another day, another salad. I chalk it up to an indulgent weekend in the Catskills that consisted of chocolate chip pancakes, S’mores and Milano cookies. I must balance, I told myself. And so, I came up with a riff on Mark Bittman’s heirloom tomato and hard-boiled egg salad from his giant cookbook How To Cook Everything. Mine skipped the greens — rabbit food, in my humble opinion — but added avocado, artichoke hearts and some garlic and Parmesan croutons from Whole Foods. A makeshift dressing of olive oil, lemon juice, Dijon mustard and black pepper gave it a nice zing.
I’ve pretended to like salads for far too long. I’m sorry, but there’s something about tasteless greens topped with raw veggies that has me reaching for a baguette two hours later. (Yeah, the whole baguette, not just a slice.) But what’s this? A salad recipe? Let me explain.
I never had the traditional American upbringing of BBQs on national holidays, yet the sight and smell of (beef) hot dogs sizzling has become oh so tempting. Unfortunately, grilling opportunities in New York City are all but nonexistent*, and so yesterday for July 4, I settled for my summer holiday food back-up: pizza and diet coke.
My love for Martha Stewart’s baking recipes has been well-documented (here, here and some cherry scones circa 2009 that I never got around to photographing), so when my friend asked me to bring a dessert to her going-away dinner party, I looked no further than Ms. Stewart. Healthy and wildly inventive her desserts are not, but what they accomplish — whether it’s a cookie or apple tart — is that image (and taste) of a classic, beautiful sweet. Very traditional Americana bakery.