Sweet Blackberry Salad
I’ve had a busy few days meaning that I teach until around two o’clock then bustle over to Starbucks for an evening shift. Everyone wants Frappuccinos and I can’t really blame them. It’s sunny out and Frappuccinos generally put a smile on people’s faces. I generally stay away from Frapps because they’re loaded with sugar and they’re a pain to make, but I did try a sample size of the S’mores one and I’m in love. Marshmallow whipped cream. Graham cracker crumbs. Milk chocolate sauce. Keep it together, Erin. Keep it together.
Because my weeknights are usually filled with working or going to the gym, I don’t have a lot of time to cook. Generally, my mom makes dinner a few nights a week and I’ll help out when I can. Who would I be if I was a food blogger who didn’t cook dinner or at least help prepare the meal?
Last night, my uncle came over for dinner. My grandmother made beef stew in the crock pot and my mom made chicken soup. I haven’t eaten red meat for over ten years. It is a choice, it’s not for health reasons and I do contemplate going back to it occasionally.
Anyways, at the dinner table, my grandfather kept insisting that my uncle have some more stew. He probably urged my uncle at least six or seven times to have another serving. “Bill, you want some more stew? Bill, I’ll get you some more stew.” My grandfather does this to everyone. It’s his way of knowing that everyone is comfortable and satisfied. One time, a friend of mine joined us for a cookout and my grandfather pressured him into eating three cheeseburgers. My friend told me later that he felt bad saying “no” to my persistent grandfather and “the burgers were really good”.
As I get older, I realize that I’ve taken on some of my grandfather’s qualities. First and foremost, I’ve embraced his determination and work ethic. My grandfather owned a construction business for 25 years and despite his age, he continues to build, renovate, and preserve his land and household. Currently, he’s replacing the wood on the garage doors and running a gravel quarry. I adopted his ability to drink black coffee at a young age. To this day, 90% of my coffee drinking is done without cream or sugar. Lastly, I have a habit of encouraging my friends and family to eat more. I want everyone to feel welcome at my house. I always ask Joshua if he wants a second helping of dinner or another drink when his is getting low.
So, you won’t be surprised when I tell you that my grandfather won’t accept salad as someone’s dinner. If I ask the waiter for a Caesar salad, my grandfather will urge me to get soup or an appetizer as well. His classic response, “That’s all you’re having?”
But, sometimes all I want is salad. I don’t eat this classic meal because I’m on a diet. I just love salad. We grew up having salad before dinner and to this day most of the meals in my house are served with salad on the table.
Today, I’m sharing with you a sweet and savory salad that will be perfect as the main course. Even if you have a grandfather like mine! On another side note, I finished listening to Serial on Saturday and I have so many emotions. Has anyone listened to this Podcast? What did you think of the ending?