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Salad Days is a macro photograph of lettuce leaves on a light box. The image was processed in LAB color space.
Bibb lettuce, oak leaf lettuce, and strawberries from our first CSA pickup, plus blue cheese, toasted walnuts, and vinaigrette from Alice's Tea Cup.
A favourite winter salad, very hardy and as you can see from the masses of tiny flowers it is very happy to multiply all by itself...
It might not be the most upmarket place we’ve stayed in this year, but George (presumably Anglicized for the overwhelmingly British clientele) and his team have given us a very warm welcome. The apartment is comfortable and clean and we don’t ask for more than that. If George is slightly disappointed that we don’t spend quite as much time or money at the hotel bar as most of his guests, he doesn’t show it. Maybe my rapturous approval of the house Village Salad has put a big mark in the credit column for the occupants of room sixty-six. But we prefer to explore a holiday destination rather than lounge about by the pool ordering pints of Mythos all day. Besides which, Ali only drinks water. Hot water or cold water are the only two beverages she needs in life. People don’t believe her at first - they think she’s just being polite. No really - no tea, no coffee, definitely no juice or sugary fizzy pop (you should see her face when I pour a glass of orange juice in the morning), and no alcohol either. I make up for these shortfalls - except for the fizzy pop. I don’t drink that stuff either. I’m quite keen on the Mythos though. Especially the way it’s served in frozen glasses. I’ve taken to putting my own beer glasses in the ice box for an hour before pouring one back at the apartment in the evenings.
Our holiday rep is young, shy and giggly. She’s also Swedish. I was in Sweden less than two weeks ago, and at the bar, as I pay for my Village Salad, I bore the poor girl to sleep about my adventures in her homeland. She agrees that the west coast is a beautiful part of the country. In turn I agree that we’re having a lovely time here in Rhodes. She grins. I think it’s the last time we’ll stay in a place like this though. For years we booked everything independently, but after the pandemic, and just so we could blame everything on the operator when things went wrong, we returned to the traditional package holiday. But it’s not really our thing. Neither of us like mixing with other people, and we really don’t need to be entertained in the evenings. We much prefer the sound of the cicadas at night to what we’re being served with here. So far we’ve been treated to Whitney Houston, Bob Marley, Lionel Richie, Billy Ocean, Rihanna, Wilson Pickett and Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. All of this as we sit out on the balcony each evening, whether we like it or not. Obviously not the actual artists. How much do you think we paid for this holiday? Besides which it wouldn’t be possible as a number of them aren’t with us anymore. What’s interesting is that all of the performers come from South Africa. We think it’s the same people coming back every two or three nights, each time wearing different wigs. The quizmaster isn’t from South Africa though. Essex I reckon. He was still reading out the questions after midnight the other evening. The majority of the other guests are several years older than us. Exactly how many Rihanna songs are they familiar with? I only know two and I’m a mere stripling compared to most of them. The artists are very versatile. They usually lapse into Earth Wind and Fire or Heatwave after they’ve played the only three songs that anyone knows. Two if it’s Rihanna. Nobody seems to notice.
And competing with all of this is the din from the bar just across the way. To my horror, someone in charge of the jukebox has just faded out Mark Knopfler’s legendary guitar break from “The Sultans of Swing,” the only thing that has quite literally been music to my ears as we sit out here on the balcony in the dark. Because apparently it’s karaoke night. And the most important thing about being a karaoke performer is that you need to be tone deaf. Take the hen party that’s shouting the words of Paul Heaton over the microphone. More like an Imperfect Ten really. I sigh and open the Booking.com app. I noticed there were some apartments in a village up in the hills near the Seven Springs that we visited the other day. Next time we’ll do it all independently again, just like we used to.
To escape from all of this we’ve hired a car, just like we always do on these holidays. This time it’s a white Suzuki Celerio with a squeaky clutch pedal and a remote key fob that has a dead battery. Mostly we turn right at the bottom of our road, heading along the strip and out of town towards wherever we’ve decided to retreat to. Each time we do this, our first hazard is a bend in the road that I’ve unaffectionately named Poo Pong corner, a reference to the fact that it evidently sits over the town’s sewage drain, and upon which someone has opened a restaurant called Flames. Oh the irony! Surely it would only take a lit cigarette on an especially noxious day for the Flames to go up in, well, flames? It never seems to be that busy there. I love Greek food, but not when there are competing aromas coming from a river of floating effluent just a few yards away that’s come from the inner workings of a couple of thousand overindulgent tourists.
Occasionally though, we turn left instead of right, and drive a mile or two down the road to the tiny beach at the edge of the next town. This is a little piece of the Greece we love, with quiet water lapping at the shoreline, the flat warm sea such a gentle contrast to the drama we’re used to at home. And one evening as the sun sunk over the hills in the west it delivered the first worthwhile picture. Strangely, taken along the holiday strip rather than in some remote wild area. Later, back on the balcony, as someone from the raucous bar squawked to everyone within a half mile radius that they were simply the best, I had a quick go at it on the little laptop that comes with me on every holiday these days. I decided to award myself a small glass of ouzo. And promptly changed my mind in favour of a slightly bigger one. I needed to do something to drown that karaoke out.
from KraftFoods.com
Taco Salad Makeover
PointsPlus Value: 9
Servings: 4
Preparation Time: 10 min
Cooking Time: 18 min
Level of Difficulty: Easy
Course: main meals
Ingredients
4 medium flour tortilla(s), 6-inch
16 oz 95% lean/5% fat raw ground beef
1 Tbsp chili powder
1/2 cup salsa
1 cup canned kidney beans, drained and rinsed
4 cup lettuce
1/2 cup shredded fat-free cheddar cheese
1 cup tomato(es), chopped
8 Tbsp fat-free sour cream
Instructions
PREHEAT oven to 425F. Crumple four large sheets of foil to make four 3-inch balls; place on baking sheet. Place 1 tortilla on top of each ball; spray tortilla with cooking spray. Bake 6 to 8 min. or until tortillas are golden brown. (Tortillas will drape over balls as they bake.)
MEANWHILE, brown meat with chili powder in large nonstick skillet on medium-high heat, stirring occasionally. Add salsa and beans; cook until heated through, stirring occasionally.
PLACE 1 tortilla shell on each of four serving plates. Fill evenly with lettuce, meat mixture, cheese and tomatoes. Top with 2 Tbsp of sour cream.
The food at Karavas is nothing short of fantastic. It is also reasonable. The digs are not "glorious," but it you want to pay 300% more, go to one of those.
(Sad to say, this restaurant no longer exists.)
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I make my salads with romaine, arugula, cucumber, grape and regular tomatoes, garbanzo beans, avocado, pistachio nuts, croutons, oil and vinegar. If I could reshoot this, I would remove the front crouton. But I can't because I ate it! : )
Salad Cress, always on the kitchen windowsill for adding to salads and sandwiches I love it's peppery taste.
#Member's Choice - found in the Kitchen#
#Macro Monday#
Happy Macro Monday everyone.
1 Month proyect...
25/5/2012
Well, I hadn't time to post this 1 hour ago HAHAHA
So... Hellooo! this is the picture from today!
So yes.. lately I don't have so many ideas of photos with meanings because I don't know.. sometimes I have not the camera with me when something happens or I don't know.. the day didn't have something new..
Well most of the time the problem is that I don't have the camera with me when something happens but watevaaa xd
This is the food that I ate today in my interships...
OK IT WAS SO DELICIOUS!
Just so delicious the mango salad and aff everything...
Well I love to eat, what can I say...
Of course I will get fat in these 2 weeks ):!
But well... It's food and it's freeee :DD
See you tomorrow!
Peoria, AZ
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Salad bowl: Avocado, tomato, mix nuts, walnuts, strawberries, green olives, garlic salt, pepper
Music:
Modern Talking - Cheri Cheri Lady 2018 (Deejay-jany Remix)
Riquette artichaut, haricot vert, asperge verte, tomato, mozzarella
... mangé et apprécié le restaurant:
"Ladurée "Paris
Parisian tea rooms' history is intimately tied to the
history of the Ladurée family. It all began in 1862, when
Louis Ernest Ladurée, a miller from the southwest of
France, founded a bakery in Paris at 16 rue Royale.
In 1871, while Baron Haussmann was giving
Paris a « new face », a fire in the bakery opened
the opportunity to transform it into a pastry shop.
The decoration of the pastry shop was entrusted to
Jules Cheret, a famous turn-of-the-century
painter and poster artist.
For more informations:
www.laduree.com/en_int/#!brand/history
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