There’s something wrong with my brother. He is a healthy (as far as I know), teenager, redblooded American boy. He likes twinkies, spaghettios and as much ice cream as he can scrounge. He asks for macaroni and cheese for lunch at least twice a week and he owns a dozen baseball caps. But I’m starting to question his food choices. First, there was the trouble with his birthday cake last year. And now there’s this. I got Marcella Hazan’s book from the library and was immediately overwhelmed by the hundreds of pages of tiny type and the immense selection of recipes. I had to choose one to make? And I had to do it that day because I was getting on a plane the next day?
I called K over (although all my siblings are K, so I’m not sure what good it does to initialize them.) Handing him the book, I told him to pick a recipe for me to make. He immediately started thumbing through it and calling out titles. Tiramisu! Fettuccine alfredo! Pasta with tomato sauce! Egg cream! And then he handed it to me and told me this was what he wanted for dinner.
Cucumber, Radish and Orange salad.
I’m still confused. We made it and it was excellent, but there was no cheese in it. There was no butter, no chocolate, no anything teenage-boy-approved. Hmm….
(If I manage to make it back to an internet cafe this weekend, I’ll update you on Samoa. If not, you can dream.)
Serves 6. Allow 15 minutes.