Salad is a basic thing.

I am a little embarrassed to admit that I try to eat healthy during the week so I can binge on weekends. No, I don't have a disorder, but if I ate the way I want to every day I would have an ass the size of Ganymede. So I eat a grip of salads. Tonight I lovingly reheated the leftover pulled pork for the Hubz and treated myself to a microscopic garden burger. Scott actually remarked that I made a frowny face when I looked at my stupid tiny burger compared to his perfect sammich. But I tell you one thing, I can make the shit out of a salad.

Salad is such a basic thing that it doesn't even really warrant a post, but I'm finnuh try and get something new up every day, just as a disciplinary measure (practice makes perfect!). So here's a photo of the lovely salad I made.

Man, lemme tell you something. Cutting the supremes out of a blood orange is really fucking futile if you didn't just have your knife sharpened last week. It's a damn good thing I did, else I'da ended up with a handful of purple pulp and angry juice dripping down my elbow. Since my paring knife is due for its turn at the cutlery guy, I ended up having to use my huge chef's knife for the job.

And by the way, next time you're at Ikea, check out the food section. I don't mean the cafeteria, I'm talking about the little Swedish grocery they have there. I picked up some great cheese called Morfars Brännvinsost - an aqvavit-soaked Prästost. It's an aged white cheese that tastes a bit like a sharp, crumbly Jarlsberg. Perfect with a citrusy, sweet fruit.

So I grabbed a handful of mixed baby greens, shaved some Ikea cheese on, and topped with the blood orange supremes and pine nuts. Dressed with a drizzle of walnut oil, good balsamic and some Maldon (yes, I drop $6 for a box of salt - it's like eating diamonds and it is worth it) and cracked pepper, and you're eating simple perfection.

I made my own aqvavit once, but didn't like it very much. Maybe I should try my hand at Morfars Brännvinsost.