I never thought I'd say this and I partly hate myself for saying it, but I'm beginning to love salads. I don't just love them like I like the color the leaves turn in the fall and how pretty they look - red, yellow, and ocre - spread out on the ground, I really, really love them. I am obsessed, completely obsessed.
I always thought of myself as someone who'd rather have a plate of grilled vegetables and a chunk of cheese before committing to the cold leaves and tangy flavor of most salads. I would say I'd rather have a sandwich with nothing but tomato in it than have a salad. However, I am slowly starting to realize that there's more to salads than romaine, grilled chicken, and cider vinegar. It all started this spring in Ireland, where I had the most delicious goat cheese and caramelized onion salad. The goat cheese was salty and strong and the onion was sweet and gooey; they complemented the bitter leaves so well.
This fall, I am bent on kicking old habits and eating healthy. Salads twice a day. You'd think I'd hate them by now, but the love is only beginning to grow.
Chick peas, dried cranberries, red onions, olives, grilled portobello mushrooms, red peppers, eggs, feta crumbles, and tuna on a bed of iron-filled spinach.
Chick peas, beets, dried cranberries, red onions, olives, grilled portobello mushrooms, tofu, and a balsamic vinaigrette on a bed of spring mix.