If you were to judge dinners around here by my instagram feed, or say, by the contents of my fridge at first glance, you might reasonably come to the conclusion that I feed my family nothing but berries and stone fruit. And while I admit …
We don’t eat out much. It’s expensive, I like to cook, and two of our dining companions make eating in public somewhat tricky. By tricky, I mean terrible. There is always so much crying. And the kids aren’t too happy either. BUT SERIOUSLY FOLKS.
We don’t often eat stuff like lemon ricotta pancakes for breakfast. Let me rephrase that. We never eat stuff like ricotta pancakes for breakfast. Every once in a while I’ll get up and mix up some run-of-the-mill pancakes or waffles, or cook up some hash …
This doesn’t happen very often, but I had a very hard time deciding what to call this salad. I know, I know. You just call it what it is. But this salad isn’t just what it is. It morphs. Hmmm… maybe the “magical morphing salad” …