This is dinner from Wednesday night. It is this awesome goat cheese stuffed tomato fondue from the Times (made by Frank, isn’t it lovely) and the white bean tomato salad that I suspect has been affected by a gypsy curse. And not the kind that gives you a soul so that you can go around doing good deeds and feeling remorse for your years as a brutal vampire. More like the kind where stupid fucking bean salad doesn’t taste the way I want it to.
I keep trying to make this white bean and roasted tomato salad into something I like and it keeps not working quite right. Last time, if you’ll recall, I used a recipe from another blog that didn’t really work for me. This time, I found the source recipe and changed the stuff I didn’t like about it and it still didn’t turn out quite right. So I dunno. Why tell you about a recipe that didn’t work? Uh, I guess I’m bored. Just go ahead and skip it if you want.
What I changed was that I used thinly-sliced caramelized onions in place of the cipolline (which I just don’t really like for some reason. Biting into a slimy blob of onion rubs me the wrong way.) I used sweet 100s and Sungolds for the cherry tomatoes, which are supposed to be really sweet, plus some heirloom slices topped with garlic and olive oil and roasted with thyme. And I added some lemon juice and parsley. Still, though, it tasted flat. Maybe because I used canned beans? Too much acid? Not enough acid? Muh?
Maybe I just will never like this recipe, but that’s fucked up because I love roasted tomatoes, I love bean salad things, and I love cooked onions, so what’s the problem? Anyway, it wasn’t awful or anything. Just not really worth all the time and eight bricks of gold bullion that the tomatoes cost at the market.
At least it makes my bentos look slightly less boring. Yes, those are two nearly identical lunches. Fuck it, man, not everything can be a masterpiece. Sheesh.
