If you’ve read this blog before, you know I have a tendency to rant. And, more often than not, those rants tend to be about the weather. Remember this gem from February? In my defense, I am from Nova Scotia and complaining about the weather is kinda our thing – it’s kinda a thing for most coastal populations. Although I’ve called Toronto home for nearly 10 years now, sustained exposure to Lake Ontario doesn’t take the Maritimer out of the girl. So today, I’m gunning for spring and it’s diabolical plan to limit my enjoyment of this Cantaloupe Caprese Pasta Salad and its inability to reward me for my heroic survival of winter.
This Blood Orange Duck Breast with Wild Rice Salad is brought to by all the duck I didn’t order while in Paris. Don’t get me wrong, when I was in Paris I ate a considerable amount of duck. From smoked to confit, I could not get enough. After four days, I decided to cut myself off. I was worried I wasn’t experiencing the full spectrum of the Parisian food scene. After all, Paris has a lot more to offer than duck parts… Man, I should work for their tourism board; Paris: Not just duck parts. The duck obsession had to end. I had to leave room for steak tartare, scallops, and what I’m sure was a near lethal number of terrines. But even after making the promise to lay off the duck, I still considered ordering it. Every. Damn. Time.
I am so excited to share this Curry Poached Cod & Roasted Bok Choy Salad with you. I know! A cod recipe on a blog named Rhubarb & Cod! What a notion. It’s downright revolutionary is what it is. A breakthrough of epic proportions. No wonder it took me so long.
For those of you who are joining us for the first time, I’m being exceptionally sarcastic. This Curry Poached Cod is the first cod recipe to grace this not-so-aptly named blog. No, this “oversight” was not born out of a “way cool” desire to defy expectation (my second post was a rhubarb recipe, for crying out loud), it is in large part due to a difference of opinion between my partner and me.
Today’s Warm Lentil Salad is brought to by the word “guilt”. Well, not so much the word, more the emotion. I suppose it’s a post-holiday inevitability, but food-related guilt is the absolute worst. Food normally makes me happy, but I guess that’s what got me into this shame spiral in the first place.
The guilt hit soon after I returned from Europe. While I was whooping it up in Paris with all my pastry pals, the debauchery seemed permissible – not even permissible; it felt expected. What was I going to do? Return from Paris with tales of all the lettuce I encountered? But even if the context supported my dubious eating habits, going hog wild (emphasis on the hog) is not without its consequences. Hence the guilt. Hence the salad.