Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Celery Salad

Sometimes you go to war with the army you have. (I guess Rumsfeld was right about one thing.) Saturday night, my army had an entire battalion of fast-wilting celery hearts.
Who bought all this celery? Did the outer stalks get filled with peanut butter? Who remembers? But they were there. And we were there. Something had to happen.

So I chopped up a shallot.
And made a dressing of one part whole grain mustard, one part red wine vinegar, five parts oil, a tiny pinch of sugar and a huge pinch of salt.
And it was good enough to go missing when I rummaged through the cupboard for something to eat.
Yeah, we could have gone out for dinner on a Saturday without the kids.
But the need to be in my PJs on the sofa was pressing.
And sometimes, if you're with the right person, a fried egg and a thrown-together salad can be better than dinner at the fanciest restaurant in the city.

1 comment:

  1. This is adorable and the salad was creative and delicious!