Oh how I regret not being able to blog more at the moment, but I am knee-deep in revisions for my first big exam at uni (well, at least the first in almost ten years!)... what I regret even more is the fact that I am unable to cook as much as I'd like to. Tonight, though, after hours of being buried in my books, I indulged in a few hours of me-time and prepared a little number for "Waiter, there's something in my...", this month hosted by Andrew of spittoonextra and with the theme of "seasonal salads".
Making a salad when winter is drawing his last breaths is not really the obvious choice, but googling "seasonal food" I got chicory as a result - and remotely remembered a salad of Skye Gyngell (one of my food heroes for making simple dishes shine through perfect ingredients and great, bold flavour combinations) that I had seen in a food mag a few months back and set about to recreate what was left of it in my memory (not much, it appears, now that I have found the recipe...).
It was one of those moments where you put something together and are not really sure it'll work, probably a result of not being entirely with it as you recite pathophysiology of the nervous system while you are cooking (Alzheimer, Parkinson, mengingitis... why, that's never happened to you?) and then you sit down and you eat one bite and then another and all of a sudden your focus is where it should be: your tastebuds (or shall I say, papillae circumvallate?). And with every mouthful you enjoy your dinner more and you almost wipe away a tear as you eat your last bite... I never thought scallops, blue cheese and thyme could form such a perfect union and the chicory is not nearly as bitter as they make you believe, now that it is at the height of its season - a wonderful dish that I will certainly serve as a starter at the next dinner party, if ever I should get my life back ;-)