Hearty winter greens and chicory are spread on the marble slab topped cabinet that sits beneath the south facing kitchen window. I’m flipping through last year’s library copies of Dwell, Martha Stewart Living, and O Magazine. A renovated Brooklyn brownstone plus heirloom apples and reviews of Wild (currently on my reading pile but am still smack in the middle of Day of Honey. Where do the hours go?). Between pages and bites of sweet bitter greens, I’m also snapping photos of radicchio, fennel fronds, and aging pomegranates.
You can probably guess where I’m going. More salad talk.
To be clear, I’m not usually this nauseatingly healthy by eating a daily salad for breakfast. Salad just happens to be around lately. You know how it is when you have a drawer of radicchio, frisee, spinach, kale, pomegranates, lemons, mint, and parsley threatening to wilt under your nose lest you make haste and find a way to properly slice, dress, and toss them in a bowl with a bit of other leftovers.
So another day passes with a crisp and perky salad that I need to tell you about. Hear me out though. This salad is the sort to part cloud draped days with bursts of summer sun. It’s true. I’ve seen it happen. One minute the sky is a set of heavy gray drapes and the next, blood orange, pomegranate, mint, and fennel shine through.
It’s so good that in the hierarchy of morning, this salad comes before the often sought after chocolate chip cookies dunked in coffee snack. New year, new cravings. Nutrient dense dishes highlighting iron, calcium, Vitamins A and C, potassium, protein, phosphorous. What can I say? Purity has little to do with this habit, since there will always be cookies later.
As titled, the recipe comes from a longing for a burst of summer amidst these cold but nonetheless stark and chipper winter days. I’ll leave you with photos of the variation I made today. To get the full recipe and see my TV clip on Mass Appeal, click over to A Sunny Winter’s Day Salad.
Happy Salad Days! Um, yeah. I promise, my salad craze won’t last forever…scratch that, even if it lasts, I promise to change it up a little more.