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Haloumi: The Official Food of Australia’s Crappy Athletes

Haloumi 1Photography by Asia Upward, Styling by Ali Nardi

Admittedly that post title is not technically %100 true. Haloumi is not the official food of anything other than the following salad recipe, and Australia’s athletes are not %100 crappy. In fact, only Australians, particularly the Olympic commentators seem to think their athletes are crappy.

I love living in Australia mainly because the quality of life here is so great. High work wages, free health care, good weather, lots of space, the list goes on. And because Australia has all of these high standards for quality of living, I find that frequently on occassion Australians whine get mildly upset when they don’t get something they feel entitled too. And no where has this attitude been more apparent then the consistently negative and critical coverage of their own athletes in the Olympics.

A typical interview tends to go something like this (fictional discussion based on my own perception of commentators interviewing athletes):

Commentator: “How does it feel to get fourth when you were so close to getting on the podium?”

Athlete: “I’m so proud. It feels great to get to be at olympics and I gave it my all.”

Commentator: “Yes, but how disappointing is it not to get gold?”

Athelete: “I’m just so excited at what I accomplished and I’m looking forward to the next olympics in 4 years.”

Commentator: “Ok, but how does it feel to totally suck for not winning the gold, which is the only thing that matters,” and so on a so forth.

I’ve also never witnessed Olympic commentators who are so eager to see fellow competitors fall, crash, or slip so their athletes can gain a spot on the podium. I mean, is that really how you want to win? Hoping your opponent takes a fall trying something daring and worthy of gold while you play it safe? I don’t think so, and I don’t think Australia’s Olympic athletes do either, but hey, I can only speak for myself…

So this post is in dedication to Australia’s Olympic Athletes who I think are doing a pretty swell job in the most prestigious athletic competition in the world. Chumpy might have gotten wiped out in border cross, but man is he good looking. And David Morris didn’t win the gold, but he dressed in bright yellow for his follow-up interview which is just as good.

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Australia loves haloumi, they support haloumi, they believe in haloumi. They should probably start treating their athletes more like haloumi short of eating them, and make this awesome Haloumi, Rockmelon (Cantalope), Almond and Basil Salad instead. Cook time is minimal, so you don’t have to linger by the heat on a sweltering Melbourne day, and it’s super simple to prepare so you can reserve your energy for things like walking down the block, or getting the lid off your water bottle which you have probably refilled at least ten times when Melbourne is at it’s worst. I serve it as a main–it is refreshing and filling, and won’t bog you down. It’s definitely worthy of a gold :)

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  • 12  1/3″ thick slices haloumi cheese (it’s the “meat in this dish” so i don’t skimp!)
  • 1/2 rockmelon/cantalope, cut into bite size pieces
  • 1/4 cup chopped or slivered almonds, lightly toasted
  • 1/2 french shallot, thinly sliced
  • a handful of basil, leaves picked and large ones torn
  • a few handfuls mixed salad greens

For the dressing: Mix olive oil, fresh lemon juice, and sald and pepper to taste

1.Over medium high heat on the BBQ/grill, or on a grill pan or regular fry pan, cook  haloumi pieces in a bit of oil until golden brown on both sides (if doing this directly on the BBQ, just brush haloumi with oil). This only takes a few minutes on either side.

2. Combine remaining salad ingredients with dressing,  lay haloumi pieces on top and drizzle with a bit of extra dressing. Simple as that. Enjoy!


Melbourne is Immune to Global Warming: Sesame Zoodles

Photography by Kim Mennen Styling by Ali Nardi

Photography by Kim Mennen, Styling by Ali Nardi

It’s obvious at this point that Melbourne doesn’t feel like giving its people a break. We love you Melbourne, but you don’t seem to love us back. It’s spring, and you are still throwing weather tantrums. It’s immature, and inconsiderate and I expect it to stop. Everyone is cranky and depressed, and I’m hitting that point too. Luckily, because we aren’t in NYC, no one is calling it, “weather prone depression,” but really we all have a touch of it. So cut it out. It’s just plain rude.

I’ve gone ahead and made something springy anyway. I’m sick of slow cooking, and roasts. I don’t want to play with my oven tonight. I want to embrace the fresh veg of spring– gosh, I don’t even know what spring means anymore. What-eh-ver.

I was skeptical about zucchini noodles–a.k.a.”zoodles”– for a long time. While on a somewhat Paleo stint I scoffed at the idea. I LOVE pasta. It is hands down one of my favorite foods ever. I wasn’t about to disgrace pasta by trying to recreate it with a zucchini. I was just going to have it once as a while, not as a a small treat, because I’m incapable of eating small portions of pasta. (I allow myself an occasional pasta binge.)

Then someone I knew got hold of a “zoodler” and I became a believer. This little gadget is simple, but efficient, and the zucchini comes out in a very satisfying spaghetti cut. It isn’t spaghetti, but it isn’t so far off, and you could just think of it as a totally different food that happens to go well with pasta/noodle sauces. I’m pretty into them, and have to make them often to justify spending nearly $40 on a piece of plastic.  I keep them raw when using them so the flavor is more neutral. If you sautee them, you will end up with a stronger zucchini flavor, but that will work for some dishes. It all depends on personal taste.

So here it is: Sesame Zoodles. This recipe, adapted from Zygot Bookworks & Cafe originally published in Bon Appetit Magazine,  is a veggie-packed, no-cook recipe that absolutely reeks of spring. It’s misses a lot of sore spots as it’s dairy free, free from processed sugars (you’ll need to purchase “no-sugar added”/ all natural peanut butter if you are avoiding sugar), gluten free, vegan and raw, but still tastes really good… Take that Melbourne!

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I’ve been making this for years using udon noodles, and now I use zoodles with it. You can really add whatever veggies you like. With the sauce, some people prefer it more peanut buttery or thicker/thinner so feel free to play around with the soy sauce, vinegar and stock, but these ratios are what I like.

If we pretend it’s warm, maybe it will actually become warm…

Sesame Zoodles (adapted from Zygot Bookworks & Cafe)


  • 1/2 cup chunky peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup soy sauce
  • 1 tblspn balsamic vinegar
  • 1/2 cup vegetable broth
  • 2 cloves garlic (or more), finely chopped
  • finely chopped red chilli to taste (optional)
  • 3 spring onions/scallions thinly sliced plus extra for garnish
  • 2 cups shredded nappa cabage
  • 1 head bok choy, well rinsed and thinly sliced
  • 1 red or yellow bell pepper, thinly sliced
  • 1 carrot, julienned
  • melted coconut oil or oil of choice to coat zoodles
  • 2 tblspn sesame seeds plus extra for garnish
  • about 3/4 zucchini per person to be made into zoodles–this recipe makes enough for 3 or 4 people.

1. To make the sauce, combine the first 5 ingredients, as well as the chilli if using. Make your zoodles and coat with a little bit of oil in  a large bowl. Add remaining vegetables and coat with sauce. Add sesame seeds. Garnish with extra sesame seeds and spring onions

Mom’s Artichokes, Flannel and Boomboxes

Artichokes 2 AsiaPhotography by Asia Upward, Styling by Ali Nardi

First, a shout out to my buddy Asia Upward, who is so much fun to work with (plus I love her dog, Bear). She really knows how to photograph food and she has done some really lovely work for this blog. To see more of her work check out her website: Porkchop Photography

Whilst wandering through the Victoria Markets last week pretending I wouldn’t make my way to the borek stand and have my customary cheese and spinach borek straight from the oven (and straight from the hands of the borek nazi lady herself, who still doesn’t recognize me after the countless borkes I have purchased–it adds to the experience) I noticed that there were quite a few artichokes about the place, and I got excited and a bit nostalgic.

I love artichokes, and I really enjoyed eating them when I was a kid and my mom used to make them. They are in season in Victoria, and naturally that meant I would be eating them soon. By that, I mean I naturally expected them to be prepared for me soon–by my mom. And then it hit me. I have never cooked an artichoke! Okay, there might have been that one time in Italy after the artichoke fair in Rome, but did I actually prepare the bundle of chokes we brought back, or did I just sip 3 euro wine and sit on the windowsill watching my friend prepare them before eating them?

In any case, it was due time, cause mom is all the way back in Brooklyn and who else is going to make me artichokes? I wanted to make them the same way she always did when we were kids: simple, delicious–when you pull the leaves off and tear off the meaty bottoms with your teeth, then scoop the choke from the heart and eat the heart and a bit of the stem. So I called her, and she gave me the rundown, which I have passed on here.

After Asia Upward photographed the artichokes, we ate them, and Asia had a rush of nostalgia, cause sure enough, her mom used to make them the same way. And that’s when we realized artichokes are totally a 90’s thing. Perhaps they aren’t instantly recognizable as 90’s trend– the boombox, flannel, Pearl Jam–but that’s the decade they brought us back to.

So go grab some Artichokes at the market and and enjoy a blast to the past, and maybe plan to watch an episode of My So Called Life after dinner. I would portion two artichokes per person as part of a bigger meal. I served it up with a simple spaghetti with a bit of chilli flakes, parsley, and parmesan, and some bread to soak up the garlicky artichoke oil.

Artichokes 3 Asia

Mom’s Artichokes


  • Artichokes (or two per person)
  • 1 or 2 cloves garlic per artichoke, sliced not too thinly
  • salt and pepper to tast
  • olive oil
  • water

Remove the really tough leaves from the artichokes and using a knife, peel the tough skin off of the heart and stem (leave about 2 inches of stem). Gently pull back petals a bit and push garlic slices down in the crevices. Place artichokes in large deepish pan in a single layer. Add equal portions of olive oil and water to the pan until you have about 3/4 an inch of liquid. Place a lid on the pan and bring the liquid to a gentle simmer (if the lid isn’t super snug or has a small airhole, seal the top with a layer of foil and then place the lid on). Allow to simmer for an 1 1/2 to two hours depending on how tough your artichokes are, turning occasionally (be gentle so the leaves don’t fall off). You should able to pierce the heart (right above where the stem meets the choke easily).

Your chokes are done and ready to eat! Just peel the petals off and pull of the tender bit of the pettle off with your teeth. Discard the rest of the pettle (it’s nice to have an extra bowl on the table for discarded leaves). When you get down the the spikey choke, scoop it from the heart, and enjoy the heart and the upper bit of the stem.

Unemployed? Have a Cookie

cookies 4Photography by Asia Upward, Styling by Ali Nardi

My housemate really likes ice cream. We have a freezer full of it. Sure, it’s his ice cream, but it’s right there, and it’s not just one brand and one flavor. It’s a whole selection. Damn you Tom!

I repeat, it’s his ice cream. But like I said, there was so much of it, and right there! I cracked the other night and stole far more than a modest scoop. Then I felt like the horrible housemate who steals food, and excessively apologized the next morning. I started with, “I did something bad,” which is up there with “Can we talk,” as a phrase that fuels anxiety. It was a poor sentence to start with. I could see the color drain from his face and feel those unpleasant butterflies fluttering around in his ice cream coated belly. He was thoroughly relieved when he realized I was just talking about ice cream.

I’m unemployed. It’s a state of being that I personally find really challenging, especially after leaving a perfectly good job. But, I simply had to move to Melbourne, and I don’t regret that. And starting over is kind of habit of mine, except for the past almost three years, instead of flying solo I’ve got a start over buddy whose beard looks like haven for birds at the moment (it suits Melbourne though).

There is of course the honeymoon period, where everything is new and exciting, and honestly, my interest in Melbourne hasn’t worn off in the slightest, and I am genuinely thrilled to be here. There is just the fact that I will eventually need an income if I want to stay, and I definitely want to stay.

So now just simply isn’t the time to go cold turkey on sweets, or I could end up dipping into something much worse as the psychological effects of starting over yet again and being unemployed slowly but steadily chip away at my self-esteem.

I know, it’s not to the most interesting or dramatic vice, but god forbid I revert back to my smoking days. I lost track of how many times I had to quit to truly kick my addiction to those delicious cancer sticks, and for the past few years it has been breezy. I have maybe two a year just for the nostalgia factor, and the next day I feel hung over and shitty.  I couldn’t go back if I tried. My body won’t let me, not to mention Anders would hound me the same way I hound him about eating bacon EVERYDAY. And I am grateful for that (not the bacon part, just the rest).

Yeah, being unemployed can suck, and that’s nothing new. Depending on where you are in your life and what your goals are, it can be a good experience too, if you can motivate to go do some cool things with your new-found free-time that don’t cost anything. Currently I am working on building defensive forces against the negatives of unemployment by constantly distracting myself with projects.

But the negativity still managed to slip in. In fact, I feel like I cause a lot of my own grief over not having a job.

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For example: I feel rejected even when I’m not applying for jobs! This is the most ridiculous contradiction I experience. Even if I am actively NOT looking for a job, I still feel like no one wants to hire me. What? That one just makes me angry at myself, and it is probably annoying to read. You might be thinking I need a good slap and a shake. I don’t blame you.

Another thing: Being unemployed is an excellent conversation killer, but I could easily eradicate this problem by simply lying. When people ask you, “What do you do?” meaning “what do you do for a living?” and not what do you do in your spare time for fun (unless you are in San Francisco, where it actually means, “what do you do that makes you happy”), they often get uncomfortable when you can’t provide them with an answer. If you are speaking to a gainfully employed individual, chances are you are making them feel like unemployment is contagious, and they must exit the conversation post-haste to save their own pay check. So instead of saying, “Oh, I’m currently looking for a job….” or “Yeah, things are a bit slow right now….” I could be saying I teach Norwegian lions how to speak Spanish, or even better, I could say I am an Internal Project Manager Analayst Engineering Consultant. I guarantee no one will actually ask me details about that one.

Choc chip cookies

To cope with the “U” word, and that fact that I am back to having one friend within over 500 miles (shit that’s far, and true!–Anders alone has to act as my BFF, boyfriend, personal butler, and therapist all at once) , and so I don’t attempt to overcome the challenge of un-quitting smoking,  I indulge in sweets and watch The Biggest Loser in moments when I feel like throwing in the towel. Those are the bits I am willing to share with you at least. But I like to think I am being clever about it. I’ve been steadily baking sweets that aren’t going to harm me too much, and might actually help me on both the nutritional and psychological front. And ultimately, they prevent me from pilfering Tom’s ice cream.

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I do this by cutting out the flour (my usual MO) and adding some extra nutritional bits in there. There is a flourless chocolate chip cookie recipe from The Sprouted Kitchen: A Tastier Take on Whole Foods by Sara Forte with lovely photos by Hugh Forte that I  keep coming back to. (They also have a blog by the same name with loads of recipes.) It uses almond flour and is so easy and delicious, and it ain’t that bad for me (so I let myself have way to many which bring me back to square one). It is without a doubt my favorite flourless recipe so far, and one of my favorite recipes in general. I have adapted it just slightly by adding espresso and chia seeds for flavor and texture and to keep my energy levels up.

Chocolate Chip Chia Espresso Cookies

Adapted from: The Sprouted Kitchen: A Tastier Take on Whole Foods

Yields 22 cookies


  • 1 ¼ cups almond meal
  • ½ cup unsweetened shredded coconut
  • ½ tsp baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • 1 ½ tsp espresso powder
  • ¼ cup chopped dark chocolate
  • ⅓ cup packed brown sugar
  • 1 tblspn chia seeds (optional)
  • 1 large egg
  • 3 tbsp unsalted butter or coconut oil (or oil of choice), melted
  • ½ tsp vanilla extract
  1. Preheat over to 375 F/ 190 C
  2. Mix first 7 ingredients in a bowl as well as chia seeds if using.
  3. Beat egg until doubled in volume and foamy. Whisk in butter and vanilla (make sure butter has cooled so it doesn’t cook the egg!)
  4. Mix wet ingredients into dry and allow to stand for 10 minutes
  5. Wet hands, and roll dough into balls the size of a large marble (about 1 tblspn dough per cookie). Place dough onto ungreased baking tray and flatten dough balls with palm.  Bake for 7- 10 mins. (Almond meal tends to brown fairly quickly, so it’s best to make these small so you don’t end up with a burnt outside and undercooked inside)

The Pros and Cons of Shared Housing: Persimmon and Brandy Chutney

DSC_0463W are finally in Melbourne, and I’m simply loving it. Some places you feel a connection with. Others, you don’t. For me, Melbourne is one of those cities where that clique happens, at least this time around. When visiting in the past, I didn’t necessarily feel that connection, but now that I am settling in for a good stay, I have opened up to the city and in turn Melbourne has sent its love back. Currently, that love is in the form of a 5 kilo round of pecorino cheese my lovely new housemate Tom brought home from work. Ah, cheese, the way to my heart.

Yes, you read correctly–we have a housemate. Actually, we have two housemates. I had assumed that after making the transition to living with just my boyfriend we would continue living just us. This expectation was swiftly squashed however, when we realized Melbourne ain’t cheap, and we are still keen to continue traveling (a hobby which can burn a whole into the pockets ril fast). And so, for those trips to happen, and really so we have extra cash for eating all of the amazing food in Melbourne, we are back to housemates.

The cons of having roommates are obvious, the main inconvenience in my opinion being the unspoken agreement that it isn’t cool to walk around the house naked. But some of my closest friends today were originally just strangers who I shared the same toilet with. I’ve never been comfortable with the idea of living with someone else and just sharing a utility bill. Why would you want to live with someone you don’t even want to know? How would you trust them not to dunk your toothbrush into the toilet? Even if you aren’t walking around naked, chances are, one of your housemates is going to spot your wobbly bits at some point, and better you know that person likes you and won’t be inclined to snap it and put it on Facebook.

Sure, we have all had our bad experiences with roomies–i.e. Being locked out at 3am cause they bolted the door and passed out, coming home to find a housemate’s friend’s asleep in your bed, and of course, the forever dirty fry pan, a situation which John Birmingham explores in depth in his book He Died with a Felafel in his Hand. Yup, Mr. Birmingham did indeed come home to find a flatemate who had died while in the process of consuming a felafel.

The examples given above are pretty run of the mill (except the one about the dead guy)– annoying but not life threatening. They can over time build into a frustration that might translate into small doses of insanity if you live with, say, a neurotic New Yorker by the name of Ali, but there won’t be any blood shed (scrap that–a guy was locked up in Australia recently for killing his housemate because he kept leaving the bathroom dirty). Anyway, if you can get past the inevitable annoyances, and realize you yourself do just as many things that rub your housemates the wrong way, having housemates isn’t so bad.


Apart from landing some pretty chill housemates, we also live a walk away from the amazing Queen Victoria Markets, possibly the largest and oldest market in the Southern Hemisphere. We have only be here two weeks and I have easily been 6 times, and eaten at least that many spinach and cheese boureks while wandering the premises. From the deli section, to the meat and fish section, to produce, to prepared foods and an awesome night market in the summer, this is my favorite place to spend time so far in my new city. If you make it to this year’s last Suzuki Night Market next Wednesday (March 27th) I highly recommend the Mr. Calamaro stand. I had the “Bocadill0”– amazingly light calamari on a roll with aioli and a piquillo pepper. Yum!

Lisa's Appled BrandyBottled Dec 2012

Lisa’s Appled Brandy
Bottled Dec 2012

Vic Markets is a great place to get seasonal veg, and persimmons are in right now. With fuyu persimmons and some delicious apple brandy that my friend Lisa “appled” herself and bottled in style (but that I am too wimpy to drink straight), I made a persimmon and brandy chutney adapted from a recipe in Saveur Magazine by Marisa McClellan, author of  Food in Jars: Preserving in Small Batches Year-Round. I’m not a big fan of super sweet chutney, so I have cut down on the sugar, and added brandy and some spiciness. It tastes good right off the stove, but I prefer my chutney after it has sat on the shelf for a few months so the flavors can mesh and the acid can mellow.

What’s your favorite foodie spot in Melbourne?


Persimmon and Brandy Chutney

Recipe by: Alexandra Nardi (adapted from: Marisa McClellan’s recipe in Saveur Magazine)


  • 3 x 270 ml jars/ half pint jars and lids
  • 2 tsp yellow mustard seeds
  • 1/4 tsp fennel seeds
  • 2 tsp coriander seeds
  • 3 green cardamom pods, crushed
  • 3 cloves
  • 3-inch piece cassia bark or cinnamon stick
  • 2 1/2 pounds (1100 grams) persimmons, chopped
  • 1/2 pound (200 grams) apple, chopped
  • 1 medium yellow onion, chopped
  • 1/3 cup raisins
  • 1 fresh red chilli, finely chopped
  • 1 inch piece ginger, finely chopped
  • 1/3 cup brandy
  • 2/3 cup apple cider vinegar
  • 1/3 cup H2O
  • 1/3 cup brown sugar
  • 2 strips lemon zest
  • 2 tbsp lemon juice
  • salt to taste
  1. Wash and sterilize jars and lids.
  2. In a large pot (large enough to fit all ingredients), toast mustard seeds, fennel seeds, coriander, and cardamom pods over medium heat. When the mustard seeds begin to jump, add remaining ingredients. Bring to a boil and reduce to a simmer. Simmer for about 1 1/2 hours, or until you have the chutney texture where you want it, stirring occasionally to prevent the bottom from burning. Remove cassia bark and lemon zest strips.
  3. Transfer chutney to jars, leaving 1/4 to 1/3 inch space at top of jars and process in boiling water bath for 15 minutes.

Hipster Gripe: Grilled Eggplant and Tomato Salad with Balsamic Syrup

DSC_0267 While winter is hitting hard back in the US with a massive snowstorm included, summer will be over in a  few weeks in Australia, and because we are off to Melbourne on the 1st of March (now that a date is set it’s the real thing!), that means it is actually going to get cold (Yay!)  And we get to do cold people things, like…being depressed and miserable. As a New Yorker, I am entitled to claim weather prone depression as a condition!

Cold weather and creativity generally go hand in hand, as there are no beautiful beaches to frolic along, or tropical fruits to binge on. You have to make your own fun. I’m going to need a creative boost so hopefully I absorb those creative craft brew winter vibes through what will be my terribly pasty white skin and chapped lips, as I am hoping to start my own little food business (key word “hoping”). The food scene in Melbourne is awesome, and people are into it, and that makes me happy.

People also seem to be into pirates and mustaches, which sort of makes me feel like I am moving to Williamsburg in Brooklyn, which scares me a bit, as I can’t seem to walk through that neighborhood without experiencing some sort of hostile encounter. But all of the young people in Melbourne wearing granny clothing and riding vintage bikes that I spoke to were actually really nice and genuine, so I think they are an evolved brand of hipster down there that knows how to smile and say please. Not the type you have to have a brawl with at Fette Sau BBQ joint in Williamsburg to get a chair (thanks for protecting me Sikorski!) And let’s be honest– Anders wears wayfarers, tight jeans, and sports a big ol’ beard when he isn’t doing the Aussie board short and shirtless look, so I am dating a hybrid hipster anyway. He will be my link to their world.

That cold weather means summer salads will be off the table for a while to, so I made a Grilled Eggplant and Cherry Tomato Salad on the barbie to really celebrate the vibrant colors of summer veg and herbs. Produce is so lovely in summer you don’t have to get fancy. I just prepare the veg simply and let it speak for itself.  I know the timing is a bit cruel for those of you back in the states, but perhaps it will help you visualize the warmer days to come, as over the next couple of months, that cold weather feels like it will never end!


Do you have any hipster friendly summer salads to recommend? I’m going to need to win them over, as hipsters know good food, and they will be my target customer base. Please share!


Grilled Eggplant and Cherry Tomato Salad with Balsamic Syrup

Recipe by Alexandra Nardi


  • 1 1/2 pounds/ 450 grams eggplant sliced crosswise about 1/2 inch think
  • 3/4 pound/ 350 grams cherry tomatoes (I used a variety of small heirlooms), sliced in half or in quarters for bigger tomatoes
  • 1 cup bocconcini (baby mozzarella), halved or sliced
  • Olive oil
  • 1/2 cup fresh basil leaves
  • 6 anchovy fillets, roughly chopped
  • Salt and black pepper
  • Balsamic Syrup (recipe below)
  1. Several hours ( up to 12 hours) before you are ready to make your salad, line a baking tray with paper towel and lay eggplant slices in a single layer on tray. Sprinkle generously with salt and place in fridge. (Salting the eggplant helps it release water, but if you don’t have time to do this step in advance, it isn’t the end of the world. Just season your eggplant slices with a bit of salt before you throw them on the grill.)
  2. Pre-heat grill (barbecue) to medium. Remove eggplant from fridge and rinse in cold water. Pat dry with a clean dish cloth/ tea towel, or paper towel. Brush olive oil onto both sides of eggplant slices. Place in a single layer on the grill, and cook about 6 minutes on each side, or until eggplant are tender.
  3. Place eggplant, tomatoes, mozzarella, and anchovies on a large platter. Drizzle balsamic syrup over salad to taste, and scatter with basil leaves.

Balsamic Syrup

  • I make balsamic syrup at home cause it is easy and cheap but it takes a bit of time and it makes your kitchen smell like vinegar. If you don’t want to make it, you can usually find it at specialty grocers. Also, in this recipe I give measurements to end up with 2 tablespoons of reduced balsamic which is plenty for this salad, but you can do a whole bottle if you like, as just like vinegar it will keep indefinitely.
  • Place 1/2 cup balsamic vinegar in a small skillet over very low heat, and swirl the pan occasionally. The vinegar shouldn’t be simmering, it should be slowly evaporating. Reduce the half cup vinegar down 1/4 of what you started with (takes about 40 minuted for this quantity but longer for larger quantities). Pour into glass or ceramic bowl or cup and set aside until ready to use. To store long-term, store in a glass jar or bottle  with lid and leave in cupboard.