Saturday, December 14, 2013

Beet and Goat Cheese Salad, with Chicken


Tuesday 3 December
Saturday's chicken thighs and legs were unceremoniously reheated in broth and wine, with a bit of lemon and olive and fennel from Holt's birthday salmon. 

We needed a whole other plate to construct the side salad: on a base of red romaine leaves (again, the last garden gleanings) we arrayed a flower of roasted golden beets, sprinkled them with goat cheese, and dressed it with white Balsamic and the Divina Cretan olive oil that Kathy and Russel gave Holt at his birthday party.
So the salad tail wagged the chicken dog.  And I bet that's a sentence that has never been used in English or any other language.

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