We went out to a great little bar between the two lakes here and I was really going to be good and order a salad.
Except I didn’t get a “good” salad. I got a GREAT salad! And it probably had a 1,000 calories.
Strips of flank steak marinaded in bourbon, grilled and sliced and spread out over a spinach and red leaf lettuce bed. Hiding among the greens, tucked under the steak, were diced pecans and dried cranberries – sweet and crunchy. And with every bite there was bacon.
No need for dressing. The juices from the steak and the fat from the bacon were more than enough to coat the leaves and make them rich with flavor.
This salad was so satisfying, even if it had as many calories as a bacon cheeseburger with a side of fries.
Remind me of this post when I complain that I am as wide as a whale even though I eat “salads.”
You are fantabulous : ) I too am one of those people who complain of my fat arse and say “but I eat salad”. tee hee hee.
Well, thank you very much. Come back! I’ll be here all week. And next week, too. I can write endlessly about food and my big ol’ arse.
Oh goodness you! I am shaking my head and pointing my finger at you…..all with love and understanding, I promise!
Sounds like the kind of salad that makes you need a nap afterwards….or a really long walk! LOL
It was soooo tasty. And it was a little bar with a real kitchen with real cooks who make real food that, you know, was actually farmed somewhere.
Unlike the nasty breakfast I just forced myself to eat at a chain that serves neo-plastic food that claims to be “down on the farm.”
Gross.
New reader here. Love your blog and I can’t wait to read more. And yeah, I’m the same way with those salads.