UGH. I hate long recipe titles but I really wanted to convey what the heck was in this thing. It’s important. This salad is an honest to Yeezus (I had no idea this was Kayne’s nickname until like two days ago so now I use it all the time) example of what I’ve been eating for the past few weeks. I’m a big fan of dinner for one, mainly because I kind of sometimes like it when no one talks to me for a few hours and I can be alone with my thoughts/latest episode of Real Housewives.
I never like my “dinner for ones” to be too labor-intensive. I can’t bother to make a mess. This salad is sooo quick and so amazing. Figs are officially in season, yet I can’t find any that really taste the way they should. I bought a big box of them last week and quickly realized that nature needed a bit of a hand, a little tap on the bottom. Nothing that a little brown sugar and a griddle can’t fix! And voila they tasted like grade-A, delicious, sweet figs.
I mixed it with bright, sweet yellow peaches, crushed pistachios and arugula. It was incredible. And since I couldn’t’ get enough of the peppery flavor that the arugula gave me, I paired it with a black pepper vinaigrette and topped it with slivers of prosciutto and ricotta salata.
Everything tastes better wrapped in prosciutto. It’s a well-known fact of life.
This firm pear situation wrapped in prosciutto is what you need in your life when you only have fifteen minutes to spare and are simultaneously putting on your earrings while trying to fit into your too tight holiday dress. (I know I just described Renee Zellweger in Bridget Jones’s Diary, but just go with it…you probably fit just fine in your holiday dress.)
This recipe–or more like non-recipe–is for those procrastinators who forgot to freeze up cookie dough or ran out of time to bake up banana bread. This is the holy-shiz-I-don’t-have-my-life-together-but-need-to-bring-something type of appetizer.
In moments like these you don’t need a recipe; you need something you can assemble…complete with glitter skewers! (Clearly my five-year-old self is not over glitter yet.)
I wish someone–at some point in my life–would address me with one of the titles listed above. It would make my day if I walked into my coffee shop and the barista was all like, “Lady Adrianna, would you like a cappucino or your usual cup of Coava?” And then I’d be all like, “Ohhh Alex, I’ll take the Coava, thank you.” And he’d be like, “Of course, Your Grace.”
Umm…hello!!! How rad would that be?!?!
I’ve clearly been watching too much Downton Abbey/Game of Thrones. Clearly.
But let’s be serious, even if I did live back then, I wouldn’t be a princess. I don’t have a single drop of blue blood running through these veins.
My life would probably be spent in some dark basement kitchen making crazy meals for the royals. And I’d probably be really happy there, because unlike the “Lady,” I’d get to marry a dude I actually liked. That’s pretty huge. Imagining spending your life with some boring rich dude?! That’d suck, big time.
Do you know about this? If not, let me break it down: you order a pizza (via the internets) and then watch it go from “prep” to “bake” to “out the door for delivery.” First time I saw it in action my mind was blown.
I really had no idea how this could even be real. I embraced it…thinking, you know, we’re totally in the future. This is the future. But I still couldn’t figure out how this was logistically possible. Is there low-jack technology involved? Does my pizza now have a micro-chip in it? Am I going to EAT this micro-chip? What will it taste like…? Well guess what…none. Of. It. Matters.
A friend of mine–who was equally obsessed as myself–did some serious research and found out that the entire thing is fake. Well, it’s not fake…it’s just based off of statistics in your area. Bummer-town, USA, eh? Yeah, me too.
What does this have to do with this Fancy Hawaiian Pizza? Nothing really…except I usually order a Hawaiian Pizza from Domino’s. Tomato sauce, canned pineapple, Canadian ham and cheese. Holy yum.
I thought it’d be a fun time to make a fancy version. Umm…hi!!! This was delicious!
Fresh pineapple & mozzarella, caramelized onions, prosciutto, arugula…and I broke out a new-to me, fancy pizza dough recipe by Peter Reinhart.
When one decides they’re gonna live in LA, they knowingly or unknowingly make a deal with the city.
It goes a little something like this: you will pay a ridiculous amount in rent, endure bumper-to-bumper traffic, receive parking tickets when you read the five posted signs, did the math and could’ve sworn you were okay to park there. And you might just cough a little after a hike because of the smog, and you’ll learn what it feels like to pay for parking just when you wanna go to the mall.
But in return, LA will give you something so awesome that you’ll forget about all the drama (sort of): some of the most beautiful weather in the country. Most of the time, LA totally comes through. Most of the time. Not this week.
This week…umm…LA has not held up its side of the bargain. For the past five days it’s been blisteringly hot, like, as in some of the hottest weather I’ve ever experienced. And I’ve from Florida, so that’s saying a lot. I kinda feel like the city owes me some sort of reimbursement, ya know, or at least a certified apology.
As I wait for my check, I’m figuring out ways to make the best of it…