I've been too fixated on fashion these past few weeks during the fall '07 shows to look for new recipes, which, as I've previously mentioned, I desperately need to do. This obsessing could be escapism to allay minor boredom, and I can also pass off hours spent on Style.com, NY Mag, and the Times in the cause of helping my husband with "research" for work.
But since most of my clothes still don't fit me -- elastic remains my good friend -- and I instead rely on Louboutin wedges and Ferragamo boots to prop up my spirits in the body image department, I'm not sure this pastime is the best form of fantasy self-soothing. Yet for whatever reason, it feels better and more fun than thumbing through all the unread food mags that keep stacking up, even if I might feel sort of worse for the, er, wear. And fortunately I'm mostly limited to buying cheap shit at H&M and American Apparel, since it doesn't make sense for me to buy many nice clothes now.
I've never dieted and lord, I really hope not to any time soon. If it ever comes down to it (how much longer will it take me to get back to my pre-pregnancy size already? ... she asks calmly without any trace of anxiety), I can take solace in my genuine love of salad. Big love. And not just salad that has lots of fried gooey stuff and has few nutritional benefits, although that's all good, too. I usually just take plain greens with my signature lemon thyme dressing.
Niçoise salad is one of the easier, tastier, healthy-ish meals I've been able to come up with. (It's appearance is even irresistible to Baby J, as evidenced by his hand in the photo.) Because of all that mercury-in-tuna business I can't eat it all the time, but I finally had the idea to make it at home. Niçoise is like the food equivalent of assembling a great simple outfit. Unfortunately I couldn't accessorize with anchovies or olives, but haricots verts, mache, seared ahi, and roasted new potatoes with a clean sherry vinaigrette pulled it off. What would Lucky say?
This dish is at least one thing I can deftly put together while the contents of my wardrobe have to wait a little longer.