Well, it’s two days until I go to Italy and the salad diaries must come to an end – as we always knew they would. I’ve really enjoyed navigating this world of tomatoes, capers, herbs, leaves, pulses (and meat!) and I really hope you have too. I also hope that I’ve demonstrated that salad doesn’t have to be boring and it is as versatile as any other genre of cooking. The initial point of this series was to get my body bikini-ready. Well, I have to admit that I don’t think I’ve been overly successful in that stated aim, but the salads along the journey have been their own reward. I finish on the Italian classic, Panzanella, in tribute to my very imminent to departure therewith.
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Recently when I was semi-drunk (after drinking with my fellow Brighton foodies, Fran a.ka. Graphic Foodie and Beth a.k.a Dirty Kitchen Secrets) the urge to eat struck, which lead us to Bill’s for some late-night munchies. Despite my inebriated status I was lucid enough to order salad (massive props to me). That salad contained caramelised shallots and those caramelised shallots positively made sweet love to my mouth. I mean they really got down and dirty with my taste buds. So, ever since I started these here salad diaries (vol 1, 2, and 3) I just knew that I had to try to recreate those caramelised shallots for your dining pleasure. And my friends… I did it. The shallots in this salad are literally going to blow your mind.
As you saw with the meat salad, on day 3 of the salad diaries I went through real meat withdrawal. On day 5 it was the turn of the carbs. Attempting to go without pasta, bread or potato is actually a rather depressing undertaking, and as a person whose life revolves around the celebration and enjoyment of food, I’m really not one for denying myself of things. The secret (and it’s taken me many years to learn this) is moderation. So, I’m delighted to bring a little carb joy into this salad series. Afterall the whole point of these diaries is to display the wonderful variety that “salad” encompasses, and indeed every salad I’ve eaten (not all of which have been documented) has been both different and absolutely delicious.
OK. A girl can’t live on salad alone. Sometimes you really just need a little bit of meat. On precisely day 3 of the salad diet, my desire for meat took over. I needed meat and I needed it now. now. NOW. However, the rational side of my brain paused for a second before emptying the contents of my freezer on a frying pan. Perhaps there was a way of combining meat with a salad, thereby meeting myself somewhere in the middle. The result was the chorizo and prosciutto salad. Now, no one is pretending that this salad is super healthy, but it is super tasty (because it’s got meat in it, yay!).
It’s twelve days until I go to Italy. Now being a girl, that translates to: it’s twelve days until I have to squeeze myself into a bikini and reveal my pasty and untoned body to the world. This is not good. No doubt this will result in a lot of huffing and puffing from many readers and I will admit that I am not proud of this reaction to what is unequivocally an exciting and delightful prospect, but it is an honest reaction. And, what’s more, it’s the reaction of a good proportion of the female population. What this boils down to is this fact: I have 12 days to do something practical about this worrying circumstance. Plan of action: gym and salads.