Tag: lunch

Leah Cooks Easy Ramen Soup

Leah Cooks Easy Ramen Soup

The kids asked me the other day to name my favorite food, and I totally blanked. I had about ten different options swimming around my head, all foods that I don’t make at home–tom yum soup, risotto, even a really good slice of cheese pizza 

“Wine Country” Spinach Salad with Wild Rice Grape Pilaf and Halloumi

“Wine Country” Spinach Salad with Wild Rice Grape Pilaf and Halloumi

Here’s a lunch recipe for you if, like me, you are are a delightful weirdo who enjoys Food in Bowls. I’m the only person in my family who likes food this way: eaten from a big vessel, all piled together, like a salad but more 

Caprese Salad

This isn’t even a recipe. It’s just sort of an assembly of awesome ingredients, especially as tomatoes start to come in season (we got our first one from our CSA box this week, which is what you’ll see here). But a caprese salad is awesome, and wonderful, and the easiest snack or appetizer you can make. Pair it with some crusty bread and you have a light lunch, too, unless your children are like ours and steal all the mozzarella when you’re not looking, leaving you with a pile of smushed tomatoes and half-bitten basil. Still, though, even that’s pretty delicious.

Dang. Now I’m hungry.

Caprese Salad 

Serves 2

Ingredients

  • one ripe beefsteak tomato
  • one ball (8 oz.) fresh mozzarella
  • six leaves of fresh basil
  • extra-virgin olive oil
  • sea salt
  • pepper

Directions

Slice the tomato into six hearty slices. Do the same with the mozzarella. Arrange the first three ingredients on a plate, alternating one slice tomato, one slice mozzarella, one leaf of basil. Drizzle lightly with olive oil, and season generously with salt and pepper.

Serve immediately, preferably with a glass of chilled white wine on a veranda overlooking Tuscany.

Because Sugar on Bread is Awesome

I’ve been making this every single week for SK and the Mighty since I saw the recipe on A Full Measure of Happiness. I mean, every. single. week. It’s beautiful, this stuff–eat-out-of-the-jar awesome (not, ahem, that I would do that), and I can serve it 

My Thank You

Yesterday was one of those days:  not the kind that immediately gets off to a bad start, but the kind that starts out relatively well, then, say, within an hour of daybreak, starts a steady slide into a mess of a misplaced shoes, and “I don’t