Salad In A Newspaper

I'm betting you're thinking that I found this recipe somewhere inside of a newspaper. You would be so very wrong. I ate this salad out of a newspaper. Literally.

Let me explain.

 

Midnight Snacks: 150 Easy and Enticing Alternatives to Standing by the Freezer Eating Ice Cream from the Carton by Michael J. Rosen and Sharon Reiss is a delightful cookbook. It is crowded with good food that's easy to prepare. Just flipping through the book caught my interest as the titles are thought-provoking and only made me want to learn more. Any idea what type of food these would produce?

• Double-Down Doughnuts 
• Visions of Chevre Plumbs 
• Shaggy Dogs 
• All Dal-ed Up
• Flambe The Night Away

I have no idea what any of these recipes are for. And that's why I love this book. The titles seduce you into reading the rest of the description, which only made me want to run to the kitchen and sample every recipe. 

I tried "Cures What Ails You Soup" on page 12 and was pleasantly surprised. The soup was ready in less than 15 minutes, and eaten withn the next 15. It tasted good, and --with ginger and the juice of one lime lime-- was good for me, too.  

"Daily Salad In A Newspaper" on page 160 definitely caught my eye. There's a short explaination about how this type of salad is a traditional street vendor food in India, a quick sentence on the history of cucumber cultivation, then the authors suggest that this might be the perfect food to eat "on the balcony after making love" or "something entirely novel to serve when it's your turn to host the book club." 

So what on earth is the author talking about? Salad a "novel" food? In this case, you betcha. 

I picked up a newspaper at my local grocery store. You remember newspapers, right? Read the parts you'd like and set aside. 

Chop the veggies. I substituted sliced pork tenderloin for chickpeas so as to save the tenderloin from going green and moldy in my fridge. 

Get your spices in order: garam masala, Worcestershire sauce, cilantro. Note the ice cube of cilantro. This was frozen fresh last year - couldn't tell the difference in the salad. 

Add salt and pepper and mix together. 

Return to the newspaper and fold into the size of a legal pad. 

Add waxed paper.

Roll into a triangle. 

Fold the tip over to prevent juices from leaking and add salad. 

Don't forget the secret ingredient:  Rice Krispies. 

Your salad, my friend, is officially -and literally- in a newspaper. It's entertaining, portable, and delicious.

This is one salad I'm adding into my repetoire, especially for summer. I often get tired of an Italian caprese-style salad, so this is an excellent alternative. This fed me for dinner one night, and lunch at work the next day. Be sure to keep some Rice Krispies nearby as you're eating to sprinkle throughout and keep the salad crunchy. 

DAILY SALAD IN A NEWSPAPER

(adapted from Midnight Snacks) 

Makes about 2 servings

1 tomato, diced

1/2 cucumber, seeded and diced

2 small red skin potatoes, cooked and sliced

1/2 cup protein (I used pork tenderloin; you might choose beans)

2 teaspoons diced green chili (the canned kind)

1 tablespoon cilantro, chopped

1/2 teaspoon garam masala

1 dash Worcestershire sauce

1/2 cup (or more) Rice Krispies or similar

Salt and pepper to taste

Mix everything together. It'd be nice if you have the time to let the flavors sit and marinate. I didn't have the time, and it was still yummy. Fold up you newspaper and waxed paper as described above. If you'd like, mix the Rice Krispies into the salad - I didn't because I like that crunchiness. Place the salad into the newspaper and eat it up!

P.S. More Rice Krispies on the way soon!

I Miss It So!

There's a book out about Jacobson's. You say that to anyone from the lower peninsula of Michigan, and they're bound to get misty-eyed. I'm definitely in that crowd.

Jacobson's (affectionately referred to as "Jake's" by clientele) was a retailer of the first order for much of the last 100 years in this state and closed their doors in 2002. At the end of it, there were about thirty stores in the chain spreading throughout Michigan, Ohio, Florida and beyond. For me, though, none of those stores bring on my sad puppy-dog face as much as the Saginaw store.  

Filling an entire block in downtown Saginaw, Jacobson's was the premier department store in the region. If you needed a dress for a special occasion, you could always find it at Jacobson's. Heck, if you needed anything to beautify yourself or your home, they probably had it or could order it.

Sure, there were other department stores in the area. Almost weekly mom and I trekked through Seitner's, Weichman's, and Heavenrich's. But Jacobson's stood out from the crowd. Way, way out in front of the crowd.

And for a birthday or Christmas, nothing was better than seeing a large silver box embossed with a pattern of the letter "J" and tied with a red ribbon. It didn't matter that I usually knew what was in the box, it was the fact that the clothing came from Jacobson's.

• That red terry-cloth robe I can't let go of because it's still in decent shape? Jacobson's. 
• That red wool dress that made me feel great every time I wore it? Jacobson's.
• The 1970s cool plaid bell-bottom pants & matching bomber jacket? Jacobson's.
• Most of my best clothing throughout high school? Totally Jacobson's and the Miss J Shop.

I was on the Miss J Board for a year in high school, and then, following college graduation, worked in the office on the second floor. Several times each day it was my job (and that of my co-worker) to walk through the store and collect tickets from sales. It meant that I knew the store backwards and forwards, and always knew where the best items were on sale. It also meant that a good deal of my paycheck went to those best items.

Did I say "tickets?"

I sure did.

It took Jacobson's a very, very long time to adapt to using registers and computers in the store. So when I was working in the 80s, the people on the sales floor were hand writing sales slips. And, from each item sold, they removed a ticket that included stock number, size, and price. I returned the tickets and sales slips to the office, where they were batched and totaled by a small, dedicated staff. Just imagine what it was like at Christmas time to collect and process all of that. By hand.

Jacobson's I Miss It So - The Story of a Michigan Fashion Institution by Bruce Allen Kopytek delves into the history and mystery of the stores. He reveals the humble origins of the store and the reign of Nathan Rosenfeld. He also explores many of the individual stores, including Saginaw. Thought there are interviews with some people who worked in Detroit area stores, I was sad to see there weren't any interviews with people who worked in the 207,000 square foot store. The handful of pictures of the store, though, are something special.

Still, this is a food blog, and focuses on cookbooks. So what does a book about ancient department stores in Michigan have to do with food or cookbooks?

As the stores were mostly free-standing, they often had gourmet sweets and restaurants. The new book has many beloved recipes from Jacobson's. And though I can't say I recognize a single recipe, it warms my heart to be cooking some chicken salad that -at one time- was indeed offered in a Jake's store.

Well, it kind of warms my heart. It's salad, so nothing warm. But it's tasty and beautiful. Like Jake's.

Jacobson's Cashew Chicken Salad
(adapted from Jacobson's...I Miss It So.)

4 cups or so chicken, cooked and diced
1/4 cup scallion, chopped
2 tablespoons Craisins (those dried cranberry raisin-like things)
1/4 cup cashew pieces, chopped
2 tablespoons mango jam (with chunks of Mango if you can find it)
3/4 cup mayonnaise
1/4 teaspoon curry powder

The original recipe calls for a little celery and mango chutney, but I wasn't going to buy celery for just 1/4 cup. And there's no way I would buy mango chutney when I have a perfectly good jar of mango jam from World Market in the fridge. Mix it all together, chill for at least two hours, and savor. Preferably while dressed in your finest outfit and sipping wine from a crystal goblet.

P.S. Someone was going to get this book for Christmas, but then I read it, cooked from it, and posted about it here. So much for surprise gifts. Unless that someone might still have a Jacobson's box lurking in a closet?