Back in the day when I first discovered sushi (that epicurean wonder of the world), you would find me (feeling very internationally cultured), piling a mountain of pickled ginger (aka: gari) up all over my (fancy and adventurous) California roll; dipping it into a pool of soy sauce (carefully combined with a dab of that pale green wasabi paste…no lumps allowed!!), and then shoving the whole thing ever so delicately into my face. Mmmphhfffffffp.
Hopefully I have learned a few things about proper sushi etiquette since then and one of my most obvious faux pas of the past (you already know … I know you do) was the fact that I was seriously abusing the gari! Like…wait, this is meant to be a palate cleanser? As in, between bites of sushi…not ON TOP of? Seriously?
Dang. I sure don’t want to offend anyone (or embarrass myself for that matter) but I really do like that stuff. Now that I know better I can’t bring myself to treat it like it’s ketchup – at least not in public. Doesn’t mean I don’t still want to.
So…If your favorite thing about going out for sushi is nibbling on that crazy, pungency packing pickled ginger that comes in a pretty pink pile on the plate, then this clean and crunchy mix of taste-bud tingling happiness is for you.
Seems kind of redundant to include the word raw in the name of a salad. I mean, isn’t the definition of a salad, you know….lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, dressing, what-have-you…a culinary state of perpetual raw-ness?
As in: uncooked…..au naturel…..untouched by any source of heat………?
Ha! Sure, Bunny. You know as well as I do that any sort of salad is a good one (the notable exception being anything congealed together by Jello, yuk) but really, what defines a salad? Is it just any old conglomeration of random ingredients that aren’t called soup or dessert or a casserole; like this (Spicy Steak Salad with quinoa and black beans), or this (Roasted Broccoli and white bean salad)? Does it count as salad if it’s mostly cooked?
I am no gardener (more of a Plant Slayer, admittedly) but I do have an absolute fascination with the whole concept of growing stuff.
Like, in the dirt. With just some water. And a little time, maybe? The right conditions?
Cos if you are lucky…
It gives you food. Really healthy food. For FREE, even (well, sorta).
Seriously, when you think about it, how cool is that?
It is with this recipe in mind that I went and purchased a wee-baby zucchini plant at my local nursery, along with the hopes of a bumper crop of those famously prolific green gourds. Because if things go well and I have my way, I’ll be able to eat these masterfully fried fritters – every single day.
Have you ever pulled out an orange (at work, perhaps?) and asked anyone if they would like a piece? Chances are you won’t get much response. Hey, you were just trying to be polite, right? Fine, good, more for you, or so you might think; let me tell you the minute you dig your thumb into that rind and peel it back and that first whiff of sunshine scented diffusion sprays through the air – Oh yeah! Noses perk right up and heads pop over and next thing you know,
you could use another orange. Hmmm.
I don’t know about you, but I can almost actually feel my vitamin D levels going up….just by looking at this bright and beautiful bowl of bodily benevolent bounty.
Earthy mushrooms, juicy grape tomatoes, sweet red bell pepper and crunchy cubed zucchini come together in raw and ready solidarity, held up (and held together) by a gutsy, garlicky, feta-cheese-a-fied marinade/dressing.
No sissy pants of a side dish; this bodacious babe brings the goods when it comes to a super delicious, sinfully simple salad.
As most anyone who knows me knows, I broke up with pasta a while ago. It was ugly. There were accusations; probably some tears. And although it has been an overall positive decision (semolina flour, you know you’re just no good for me) I have to admit that even after all this time…we still get together in that sneaky, culpable way.
And man, is it ever good when it happens. So easy and familiar, just like old times.
Is that so terrible?
Not to be confused with a Thai Chicken bowl, this vessel of yum gets it’s title from the spicy jalapeño pepper sauce that is lovin’ itself up all over some perfectly roasted, cheap and easy chicken thigh goodness. Spoon this over a protein packin’ helping of quinoa, black beans (or both!), plop a dollop of silky sour cream and avocado cubes on top, hit it with a smattering of fresh cilantro and you have got yourself some serious eats. It’s kinda pretty too…..especially if you like the color green.
Absolutely, without a doubt, It is ALL ABOUT THIS SAUCE.
Have you ever had one of those happy accidents in the kitchen where you found yourself refrigerator diving for dinner fixins and ended up throwing together whatever you could find simply because you were:
b/ too tired/cranky/not feelin it, to actually go out to a restaurant or hit up the grocery store, which leads to:
…and it ended up being so undoubtedly delightful that you actually went out of your way to make it again? Kinda cool when that happens, I gotta tell you. It is a rare phenomena around here to be sure…
This particular entry into my tiny little nano-sphere of the internet will probably pass under your right eyeball and then exit out behind your left ear of conscious attention in less than two seconds flat.
I know I really shouldn’t say that and jinx this recipe from the get go, but the title of this post might be way too green and “krunchie” (and I am not talking mastication) to get very excited about.
Eeew, ANOTHER bitter Brassica Oleracea oratory? Kale and brussels sprouts are so, like, 2015.