I know when I’ve been bested and today, I was outdone by lettuce. Romaine, to be precise. But, more on that in a minute. First up, I have plans to clean out my fridge this weekend. Want to see how I go about doing so?
(After spending 5 minutes washing and neatly cutting up celery into 4-inch sticks, I grab the leftover hummus from the fridge and walk over to Ben, who is parked on the couch, laptop on his lap, watching the Yankees once again lose to the Red Sox by an embarrassing amount of runs.)
Me: (placing the celery and hummus within an arm’s reach of him) Here, have some hummus and celery.
Ben: But, I’m not hungry.
Me: (already walking back into the kitchen, and yelling over my shoulder) I don’t care. I’m cleaning out the fridge and I need that storage container for something else.
Ben: (with a very big resigned sigh) Ugh, fine.
I win. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I begin to clean out the fridge.
Now, back to how I was bested by a head of romaine lettuce. I had such wonderful intentions of showing you mouth-watering pictures of grilled romaine hearts. They would have had beautiful grill marks, a dusting of Parmesan cheese, and wonderful drizzles of a tangy citrus and mustard dressing. The hopeful romaine hearts started out so strong.
And then two perilous things started to happen.
1) The romaine started wilting faster than I had anticipated (after I took it off the grill, which it’s not supposed to do!) and the darn stuff became impossible to arrange without leaving a wilted, slimy mess in its tracks.
2) I realized I had absolutely no idea how to photograph these darn things since all my pretty preconceived notions of what I wanted them to look like flew out the window when the wilting refused to stop.
Readers, what I’m about to show you is not meant to entice your palate, evoke wistful longings of summer grilled food, or serve as any sort of visual food guide for what grilled romaine should look like. What’s about to follow is what I affectionately refer to as a food photography disaster.
You eat with your eyes first…and I just gouged out mine. Ouch. Perhaps I’m being too severe, but I wanted to provide you with proof that I had every intention of posting a delicious recipe today, but was foiled by ruffage. But when you get knocked down, you have to get back up, right? That’s exactly what I did! Enter a 3-lb. slab of salmon destined for salt, bagels, and cream cheese.
Pardon the overexposure, but I had to resort to my iPhone to take a few photos as I’m currently taking toothpicks to my macro lens in an effort to clean out the tiny crevices in which melted Parmesan has taken root. But, getting back to the matter at hand, this slab o’ salmon – in 3 days time – will (hopefully!) resemble gravlax. I’ll report back soon on this front.
But, hey, I found a perfect use for all those cans of Campbell’s soup that I’ve never used, which are taking up valuable space in our cabinets. Soup cans = salmon squishers.
Now, if I could only be that resourceful when it comes to setting up a good shot for grilled romaine.