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This weekend I was in Pittsburgh for a conference. Thanks to the Pittsburghness, I could conveniently stay with my mother, who made me tasty treats. Saturday night she made a lovely baked pasta dish, but the thing I couldn't eat enough of was the spinach salad. I was reduced to a state of chittering "salad salad salad," and I even finished the forkful she left in her own bowl. Once upon a time, I hated raw spinach as much as I loved cooked spinach, but clearly I have turned a corner. My mother claims there was nothing much special about it, but here are some things I observed, and will use in trying to make it for myself:
(1) Really very nice baby spinach from the farmer, not the torn and bruised stuff you get in the prewashed bag.
(2) Hard-boiled egg, cut into wedges and tumbled up a bit more with a fork.
(3) Homemade croutons.
(4) A vinegary, mustardy salad dressing, made with shallots.
I know, it doesn't sound particularly unusual, but oh mercy I could eat absurd quantities of this stuff.
Posted by redfox at November 04, 2003 07:49 AM (dinner reports) | Comments (2)
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Ha! I was thinking of you and that very complaint as I wrote this entry.
Posted by redfox at November 4, 2003 05:35 PMall breads | breakfast | dinner reports | drink | eating out | essays | etcetera | lunch | news | recipes | salads | snacks | soups | sweets | tips | travel | vegetables | weekly meals |
what a shame to spoil the best food ever with the horrors of eggdom!
Posted by j at November 4, 2003 05:03 PM