Showing posts with label za'atar. Show all posts
Showing posts with label za'atar. Show all posts

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Israeli Couscous Salad with Za'atar-Roasted Radishes and Greens

sprung.
Israeli Couscous Salad with Za'atar-Roasted 
Radishes & Greens
you are my sunshine.


After all the time I've spent lamenting the long dark winter in
multiple (vaguely) melancholy blog posts, spring has finally sprung.
THE RADISHES ARE HERE and the world feels right again.
It may be cold and rainy (yet again...blech) as I type this,
but warmer and sunnier times are ahead.
I can feel it deep inside of my slowly defrosting winter bones.

So, this a defiant salad.
A "screw you cold weather, spring vegetables are here and
I aim to eat the shit out of them" salad.
It is also a "root-to-greens, every damn part of the radish" salad.
Because if we're going to spring forward,
we might as well do it with reckless abandon.

fresh chickpeas and breakfast radishes- dressed and ready for roasting.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Israeli Couscous with Za'atar-Roasted Chickpeas and Carrots

metaphors are delicious.
Israeli Couscous with Za'atar-Roasted Chickpeas and Carrots.
za'atar za'atar, be still my heart.

If you're unfamiliar with za'atar I am envious. Not because of the huge za'atar-less gap in your life up until this moment, but because discovering za'atar for the first time... it's like falling in love and falling HARD. One could even say that za'atar, with all of its mercurial regional, cultural and personal definitions, was very much like love itself, or the nature of it at least. Once could, if one were in the business of waxing poetic on the characteristics of spice blends. 
One could...
I, however, at least in this moment, am more interested in eating than continuing to pontificate about za'atar as a metaphor for love.
What I will say is this: if you know, YOU KNOW.
And if you don't know, YOU"RE WELCOME.