Hear me out. In this case, the phrase “wilted salad” is a recipe title, not a criticism. You actually wilt this salad on purpose. Full disclosure: it doesn’t turn out pretty. But it does turn out yummy.
This is my paternal grandmother’s recipe, and she taught it to my mother, who made it often when I was younger, so this tastes like childhood to me. But even if I were trying it first as an adult, without the added attraction of nostalgia, I think I would still enjoy it because it’s vinegary, salty, and bacony, three of my favorite flavor profiles.
So, without further ado, here it is. Super easy.
3 slices of bacon
a head of iceberg lettuce
a bunch of scallions
1 tsp. sugar
2 tbsp. apple cider vinegar (or to taste)
Fry bacon slices until crisp.
While bacon is frying, remove core from lettuce and tear the rest of the head into pieces, separating the leaves as you go. Chop scallions, including the green tops.
Remove bacon from skillet and drain on a paper towel.
Dip out some of the bacon drippings until you have a couple of tablespoons left in the skillet. Add sugar and vinegar to the drippings and stir until sugar is dissolved. Add lettuce and scallions to the hot pan, turning them so that they get some of the dressing. Add a good pinch of salt and some pepper. Continue turning the greens until they are barely wilted. Crumble bacon and add to the pan. Taste and adjust seasonings, if needed.
I’ve never added hot sauce to this, but I bet it’d be fabulous.
Hello. It's been a while, I know. This will likely be short, as I have a million other things I'm supposed to be doing this week. I just wanted to share a recipe and reminisce a little, and that's not always possible in the stuff I'm writing over on my poem-a-day blog.
Yesterday I ran a beautiful sunset nine-miler and knew I needed a high-protein dinner afterwards, so I decided to fix something that I invented a couple of years ago. I always want to eat this dish in the springtime; I think it must be because it tastes really fresh and makes me think of warmer weather. At any rate, I was on my own for the evening, and whenever that happens, it's kind of a delicious thing to say to myself, "What would you like to eat tonight, since you don't have anyone else's tastes but your own to cater to?"