Tasty Beef

 

Home-made Reuben Sandwiches

I have a new respect for food photographers.

Tomayto Tomahto

Yesterday I was feeling homesick. So I decided to do something to remind me of the comfort of home. I made a tomato/onion salad. Now, talking to the everyman on the street, this may not be such a big deal, but for me, it's monumental. I LOVE tomatoes. If I could afford it, I'd eat bunches every day, with lemon juice and salt. MMmmmmmm good. You could even chop up and add a cucumber for some crunchiness, but it's not necessary if you don't have one. But I REALLY dislike onions. They hurt your eyes (stupid lachrymatory factor), feel rather slimy, and have such a strong and consuming flavor. But the overwhelming memory of mom's (and Heidi's) tomato salads with lots of red onions and parsley and olives..... I could help myself. When I told Zach what I was going to do, he looked at me in shock. He then threatened to tell everyone that I liked onions. I counterattacked with a couch pillow. End scene.

I had already picked up a red onion from the store last week for the odd case I'd need it in a recipe. I knew I had to work quickly, but thought i'd be able to make it through without a lot of fuss--boy was I wrong. So I struggled through the onion chopping, added my precious tomatoes on top, chopped the cucumber, split some green olives, douced it with lemon juice, sprinkled some salt, and voile: the object of my then current affection. I spooned and heaping portion into my bowl and dug in. Hmm.. those onions are a bit stronger than I thought. Maybe I need to eat it together with more tomato. No, still strong, overwhelming even. I was slightly disheartened. Perhaps it was a different kind of red onion? I don't really know. But really, this will probably be the one and ONLY time that I will be making a salad voluntarily with onions.

Shhhhh Heidi...... let's keep this a secret between you and me.