I am not a foodie. You know how people say they live to eat? Well, I’m not one of them.
Instead I’m more of a “eat to live” kind of person. But you certainly wouldn’t know it by looking at me. I have more than my fair share of pounds packed on this little ol’ body.
Honestly, sometimes I really wonder why I’m so roundly shaped. I’m really not that into food (okay, I do have an addiction to sugar, but I’ve even curbed that significantly) and as I’ve (ahem, shall we say) aged, my appetite has lessened considerably.
My sisters like to remind me that I am shaped like my paternal grandmother – short and stout. Three fairly tall grandparents who were not overweight and one shaped like a butterball, and whose genes did I inherit? Thanks, Grandma!
So I don’t believe that I’m (ahem) overweight because I overeat, since I actually don’t enjoy eating that much. Food just doesn’t have the same appeal to me as it does for many people. I could skip meals easily and sometimes I really just don’t feel like eating.
I’m not terribly fond of cooking either, so obviously I didn’t get the cooking/baking gene from my mother, who was amazing in the kitchen. I’m more of a food assembler than cooking guru, although my family thinks I can present a pretty decent meal. I don’t watch cooking shows either….can you say B-O-R-I-N-G?
But I can appreciate something tasty when it is placed before me. And I experienced that pleasure on our trip down South. You’re probably thinking I’m going to write about a great southern bar-be-que I ate or grits or some such Southern dish – pecan pie perhaps? Nope.
I’m going to gush about chicken salad. That’s right…chicken salad. When we were visiting oldest daughter, hubby and I met her for lunch one day when she had to work. We convened at a very small but very busy restaurant in the heart of an eclectic little area of town.
This modest nook served THE BEST chicken salad I’ve ever eaten in my life. The restaurant is obviously well-known for this dish because I believe every person in the joint was eating chicken salad!
All three of us ordered it and we ate every last bite. A mound of chicken salad was served on a plate with several gourmet style crackers inserted vertically in a fan-like manner. It was not the slightly drippy, mayonnaise-laden salad that is usually served. This was heavy on the chicken, with an oh, so delicious, slightly nutty flavor and juicy red grape slices added to it.
And then to complement the salad, an array of fresh fruit surrounded it decorating the plate with a feast for the eyes and taste buds. There were 21 (I counted!) different kinds of fruit on my plate. Everything from a slice of apple to a slice of mango to dried figs to pomegranate.
Pear, nectarine, plum, strawberry, kiwi, banana, grapefruit, orange, grapes, raisins to name a few….green fruit, yellow fruit, red fruit, purple fruit….I feel like a Dr. Seuss rhyme.
Truly it was enough to excite even a non-foodie like me. I seriously want to find this restaurant’s recipe and recreate this dish. I had a chicken salad sandwich today for lunch back here in a restaurant in my hometown and I’ll tell you, while it was good, it just didn’t compare at all.
Almost made me want to move south just to enjoy the chicken salad I ate there. Don’t get excited, oldest daughter, I said “almost.”