|Egg Salad #2|
|Egg Salad #1--in examiner article|
|Newest attempt....Truly done in under an hour. Way under if you use the food processor.|
Being in St. Paul is a joyous venture and adventure. Every day is something new, but that might be because it's spring. The icebergs have almost melted unless you live on the south side of the street! The yard is waking up day by day. Nothing's in bloom (crocus blooms at the neighbors), but the bulbs are peeking their little heads up.
|I couldn't wait and bought these at the market.|
|Jack Sparrow and friends in the side yard if you look carefully.|
|Girl cardinal mixing it up with the sparrows.|
|I didn't bring one of these.|
|"Come on, Mom."|
|I'm told "Goof Off" gets paint off wood. Right.|
A local office designer is working on the furniture for my office and he sent me a chart of colors from which to choose the colors of my cabinets. There are 25 colors, clearly visible, but the names are not legible over the computer. I was so down. I don't know if I got Brackish Water or Dusty Sunset.
Painting in an old house (ours is nearly 100 years old) is a physical and spiritual experience. It's a great way to get to know your house intimately. Every wave in the wall. Every slant in the floor. (My office floor makes me tilt my head.) Every color that went before. Well, not every. In fact, before the Pepto Bismol pink, that room was a LOVELY shade of water-filled, pale green. I'm getting to know the carpenter who cut the wood for the door and window frames so long ago. How perfect and meticulous he was (I'm safe in saying a he in 1911 maybe) with the available tools. Did he know how long his doors would hold up? Or that I would try so hard to not get paint on the windowsills?
There's just something incredibly wonderful about being able to paint in the spring with the windows open and the music playing. Spending the day with your hair in a bandana (shades of 1971), concentrating so hard on getting the green over the pink. Hearing the street noises and trying to decipher them without looking. Eating lunch on the the back steps in your sweatpants and the hub's old black t-shirt full of paint smears. Scrubbing the brushes at night, hoping they'll dry by morning. Living.
I just finished GOAT SONG by Brad Kessler, who has a lot to say about living. Simply, GOAT SONG is a book about a guy and his wife (not so much about the wife) who leave New York behind and move to Vermont to raise a small herd of goats. Now while that story sounds likely, simple, bona fide, and typical, it is, however, none of those. Brad Kessler not only wants a different life, he claims it in a far-reaching, thoughtful and thought-provoking manner. He's a fine, fine writer. He's an historian and a spiritual guide. He's a cook. He's a cheese maker. He looks at one hundred pieces of land before he chooses one. He buys goats and brings them home in the car. He falls in love with his goats and, while he teaches us the history of goat herding, we, too, fall in love. The goats, in turn, fall in love with him. He travels to France to learn goat cheese-making first hand and gets around to doing something tres, tres beautiful with that milk. Because Brad only buys girl goats and if they have any boy goats, they get sold. And that doesn't begin to tell the story. What I mean is: I have time to read.
I just started BLOOD, BONES, AND BUTTER: The Inadvertant Education of a Reluctant Chef by (Chef) Gabrielle Hamilton--just as good of a read, though light years away from Brad Kessler. In common, they have a love of the land, our world, and food. Sick as a dog with a wretched spring cold, I could not put down this book and fell asleep with it in my arms. Time.
If you came here for a recipe, I suppose I'd better give it to you. This is a light lunch or first course for dinner done in 5-10 minutes. Sweet and filling. Crunchy and soft. Make extra dressing and keep in the frig. Note: Dressing keeps longer without the shallots or onions. And you can skip the dressing totally if you make the egg quite soft (runny) and use that as dressing.
"Egg Salad #2" serves 2
4 cups fresh baby spinach leaves
2 small tomatoes, sliced (Try the Mexican "brown" tomatoes--tasty and cheaper.)
2 carrots, sliced
1/4 c minced parsley
1/2 English cucumber, cut into thin half-moons
1t fresh lemon juice
2 poached eggs (slide raw eggs, each in a cup, into barely simmering water for 3-4 minutes til white is firm)
Dressing: 1 T balsamic vinegar, healthy pinch each kosher salt and fresh ground pepper, 1t minced shallot or garlic, optional, 1/2 t honey, 1/4 t dijon-style mustard, 2T extra-virgin olive oil--Whisk salt into vinegar. Whisk in all else, though drizzle in 1T olive oil at a time, being sure it's incorporated well before adding the second,)
- Divide greens and vegetables between two large shallow bowls. Drizzle equally with lemon juice and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
- Top with well-drained egg and drizzle with dressing.
- Serve with a piece of hot, buttered whole wheat toast.
P.S. I've come to realize a lot of my readers are from countries where English is NOT a first language. I welcome you all, but hope you're not trying to learn English from my blog! I speak a little Spanish (Hola, Que tal?) and less German (Wie gehts?)... and even less French (Mais oui!) Anyway, know that I'm aware and am grateful for your presence. I'd love to hear from any of you. If you write in your own languages, I can figure out a translation. But do write me--especially if you try the recipes! Bon chance, mes amis.