I. CANNOT. STOP.
beginning to annoying my family. ‘i made salad for dinner !!!’ ‘…goddammit.’
i blame tofeta. it set off this
endless two-week cycle of increasingly elaborate salads, including a botched batch of ad-hoc ranch dressing. …don’t try and freehand a ranch dressing, guys. trust me.
initially it was greek salad with the tofeta, chopped olives, cucumber, tomatoes, onion, garlic, lemon juice, olive oil, and leaves. now i seem to have migrated west along the mediterranean to italy, inspired by my neighbour’s amazing salad with bread and sultanas.
last night’s had some cubed almond chèvre (it turns out gram flour added during the mixing process makes it reliably sliceable!), sliced grapes, onion, garlic, balsamic-stewed tomatoes, chickpeas, and homemade croutons. my son didn’t like it so i ate his leftovers.
i expect with the sudden torrential downpours my salad days are numbered. yay climate change…