The object pictured here is exactly as oversized as it appears. Bigger than my big knife, dwarfing the coffeemaker.
I'll admit, at this point I felt a vast and deep intimidation. This thing is freaking huge and I was eating papaya for a week.The dressing for this kale salad required an unholy amount of sweetener and an unholy amount of oil. I balked -- which is the problem I usually run into with baking. If the recipe says 8 tablespoons of butter, I just can't bring myself to do it. Which is why I can't bake for crap. I'm always trying to substitute milk for cream or Splenda for sugar and it always comes out awful. Other people's food/emotional problems manifest as eating disorders, mine manifest as cooking disorders. Or cagey rebellion, if you will.
So, I skimped on the oil and used a few tablespoons of sugar instead of 1.25 cups of cane juice. I dressed the kale with it and let it marinate overnight. It looked like this.
Admittedly, this was a lot of kale for one woman to eat. It took a week, but it got eaten.
This was how I liked it best. Instead of making corn salsa, I bought Trader Joe's and it gave an extra sweet punch that this dish needed after I skimped on the sweet dressing. I liked it over a mix of butter lettuce and radicchio. Plus walnuts, which I've learned are always great on everything.In all, it was a pretty amazing salad.
No comments:
Post a Comment