Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Tomato salad on a friselle


Go ahead and be patient if you like. But as soon as the tomato plants went into the ground last week I became mighty restless dreaming about the summer's first fresh tomato salad, which is still a good couple months away.


To make matters worse I had just schlepped home the perfect accompaniment to such a salad, these friselle from an Arthur Avenue baker in the Bronx.


And so I headed over to the store, grabbed the best-looking on-the-vine tomatoes that I could find, chopped them up with a little red onion, balsamic, olive oil, basil, salt and pepper, and had at it.

Patience is an overrated virtue.

6 comments:

Claudia said...

Yeah but your tomatoes look like tomatoes. I'll buy them from the store when they start resembling a real one.

Anonymous said...

Drool

Pam

Thomas Henry Strenk said...

That so-called friselle (what's that, French?) looks a lot like what we New Yorkers call a bagel. Where's the cream cheese and lox?

Mister Meatball said...

"We" New Yorkers, Tommy?

Seriously?

Fred said...

"Tommy" (geez, you guys; do I have to worry about you two?), raises an important point IMHO, whether he was joshing or not. Fact is, my understanding of friselle is as a hard biscuit--baked but not toasted--about 2 x 2 by 4 inches that we'd soak in hot water and then laden with spicy calamari or scungilli marinara. Yet, I've seen others refer to these holie thing-a-ma-jigs you're showing as friselle. Who's right? We need a ruling here. But I'm not sure you two characters have appropriate standing. Show me other sources, please.

Mister Meatball said...

A ruling?

Fred. Baby.

Please.