Beach Cottage fingers, figs & faggots
Wed 20th, Feb, 2013
Well good morning world! Woman in old cottage typing with one hand here. How the devil are you?
I am ok, finger still is not…but it’s on the mend.
Shall I give you a piece of my infinite wisdom?? You know I like to impart my advice and give you bang for your buck at this little corner of the internet, don’t you?
Ok, so, if you cut off a slice of the top of your finger and then have a lunch at your place a few days later, may I make a suggestion?
That you don’t squirt lemon juice anywhere near your finger.
That may not be one of your better moves.
Righto, let us, with one hand, move onto figs – now I do have a very long, very laborious and little bit rose-tinted story to tell you about figs – it definitely involves the South of France and being surrounded by copious amounts of fig trees absolutely groaning with them, it does also include honey from bees near the tree and the most mahusive bush of basil I have ever seen.
It also touches on whitewashed Frenchy with a Catalan feel houses, a boulangerie, a market town, a canal and a game of boule.
There are shutters too.
But, my friends, my finger will not allow me to wildly travel down memory lane this morning, so rather, you will have to put on your rose-tinted specs and dream…
Instead I give you these figs in the Summer in an old cottage tucked away on Sydney’s beaches.
I love this salad, it fulfils many many of my needs and ticks a gazillion of the boxes that I need ticked for a recipe to be made more than once…first off it is easy, really it’s more a gathering of ingredients, secondly it’s simple, even without the use of one finger, thirdly it can be thrown together in minutes. If we are talking fourthly, it looks a bit fancy but does not induce fluster…you can make it in no time, but bring it out with a flourish as if fancy is your middle name.
And, of course it is to die for, oh my gosh I need to eat this for breakfast, lunch & dinner delicious.
I totally stole this salad from a friend many years ago when I had a little bouncing boy and no wobbly bits, I changed it up a bit, I like less oil and more bobs – it later came to my attention that said friend stole it from Jamie, he of Oliver fame and also the person who is getting the blame for the lack of memory telling in this post because while trying to be like him slicing cucumbers I came away with an occupational injury.
Apparently it’s known as the sexiest salad, in the world – I have no idea about that, I mean please, I have enough of that when I need to bargain for a new kitchen (hello, yes I did say new kitchen!) I certainly don’t need it in my salad too.
Fig, Prosciutto & Buffalo Salad
serves 4 or if you are a glutton like me 2
5 slices prosciutto
1 ball buffalo mozzarella
4 tablespoons olive oil
1 tablespoon honey
1. slice figs & add to platter
2. dot in between the figs ripped up buffalo & prosciutto
3. sprinkle with basil leaves
4. drizzle with olive oil, honey, a few squeezes of lemon and a smattering of salt
Beach Cottage Recipe Notes** the dressing ingredients can be mixed before and dressed, I don’t bother with that *bread is good here *close your eyes and think of the South of France
Rightio, I am so out of here, I am taking my finger to look at lighting, at new beds and, don’t tell Mr Beach Cottage but I am going to start moving the furniture out of our bedroom because, ummm, I have decided to do something to our floors…don’t ask
I can tell you I will be needing a whole lot more than a platter of sexy salad for this one Miladies.
edited to add : a faggot is a a traditional English dish! because of finger I didn’t get around to writing about it, there is a story it involves it and figs…