Saturday, March 21, 2009

Rapunzel's mother



We all remember Rapunzel--the damsel locked away in the tower, with the long, long hair. Do you remember how she got there? Pregnancy cravings. Rapunzel's mother lived next door to a witch and watched her tend her garden. There was a green there that the woman craved desperately. She begged her husband, and he went not once, but twice, to snatch those well-tended greens so his best beloved could make herself a salad. The second time around he was caught, and as punishment after the birth the witch made off with their daughter.

I'm not sure about your version; in the one I was raised on it never identified the particular green that induced the poor woman's cravings. But I have a theory. In fact, when I acquired a taste for it, I realized this is what Rapunzel's mother wanted: arugula.

They call it rocket in England, and although a favorite chef of mine despises it, I love the bitter, mustardy, green taste. The other night I made a simple tomato sauce: heat olive oil, slivered garlic, add chopped fresh tomatoes, a handful of basil. When the tomatoes are soft and pulpy pour over hot pasta, and add a couple of fistfuls of arugula. Delicious.

Last night I made myself a salad for dinner: handfuls of arugula, a squeeze of lemon juice, olive oil, chopped fresh tomatoes, sea salt. Divine. So good I made myself another. I feel for Rapunzel's mother, I really do.

7 comments:

  1. Seriously! Two salads? Algo tienes. It does sound sumptuous, Maga

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  2. Of course tengo algo! Holy smoke, look at my origins!!

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  3. it tastes wonderful!

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  4. We had this last night and loved it. I'm having the leftovers right now and still loving it. We threw in a bit of leftover chicken. You're making me brave.

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  5. Petrea: You are turning into a wild woman!

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  6. Leftover chicken today, tomorrow the world!

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