I’d like to dedicate this post to the tropical heat wave we’ve endured in New York City this Summer. I dreamed this sandwich up largely to escape the humidity, so, weather gods, I salute you. When Olive and I made a trip to the in-laws a few weeks ago, we were all set to visit a u-pick farm for fresh strawberries. Alas, one farm after another informed us that because of the abundance of rain, local strawberries came and went by the end of May. Suffice it to say, that Olive will be getting me my birthday present very early next year— a round-trip to a farm and taking the long way home in a car smelling like a berry patch. (I never worry about picking more than I can eat because strawberries freeze excellently.)

I’ve had to rely on some California organic strawberries these past few months and occasionally find some that come close to tasting farm-fresh.  If you’ve ever eaten fresh farm stawberries, you’ll know that they have their own distinctive flavor, which is not defined as “sweet,” but “strawberry.” I’ll stop here before I start to rant.

These little sandwiches require very little work. It took me all of 5 minutes to assemble all the ingredients, cut and create. You can make the crostini on even smaller rolls and serve them as party appetizers, or make a few for a light lunch for your pleasure alone.

Viennese rolls, if you’ve never had them before, make excellent breakfast rolls, as they’re perfectly pear shaped, soft, and sweet in a restrained way, so that if you added scallion cream cheese or had them toasted with butter you wouldn’t feel like you were committing a breakfast faux-pas. The Viennese rolls I used for the crostini were speckled with poppy seeds (they also come with sesame seeds or plain), which I thought would work well paired with the strawberries. If you can’t find Viennese rolls, brioche buns or challah bread would work just as well. The sprouts (alfalfa or any other), on the other hand, are irreplaceable. They ground the sandwich with their earthy bitterness, adding a third dimension to the otherwise tasty but predictable sweet-and-spicy combination.

strawberry wasabi avocado sandwiches

makes 4 crostini

3/4 tbsp light mayonnaise
1/4 tsp+ wasabi paste
1-2 slices of very ripe avocado
1-2 medium size strawberries, thinly sliced
1 Viennese bread roll
sprouts, two large pinches (alfalfa or other)

Cut the roll into 4 1/4″ thin slices and toast them. I recently gifted Olive with a toaster with a “bagel” feature after getting rid of my 15 year old “I can start fires” toaster oven. his nifty feature allows you to toast bread and bagels on one side only, which is exactly the way I toasted these Viennese slices.

Mix the mayonnaise and wasabi paste together. The 1/4 tsp wasabi paste for the 4 costini is a hint, but if you’d like to add a more powerful punch, add some more in. I find the wasabi paste that comes out of a tube to be particularly fresh and powerful.

Spread the wasabi-mayo thinly over the toasted bread and then spread the avocado in another thin layer, smoothing out as you go. Place the sprouts along the crostini and tuck the sliced strawberries under and between the sprouts, wedging them into the avocado spread.

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I’d like to tell you that I won on an all paid vacation to Japan and New Zealand and have simply been having too much of a fabulous time to post. I’d like it even better if that were true.

You might have chalked up the blog’s silence to oppressive New York summer heat smothering my desire to enter the kitchen except to pour myself a tall glass of frosty water and sit undisturbed in my air conditioned living room which has been in arctic mode since June. You wouldn’t be far from the truth here. The weather is easily blamed for everything, why not for a lack of posting on my blog?

I haven’t been deathly ill, so no worries there. Despite outward appearances to the contrary, I have not lost my cooking inspiration. In fact, I’m still brimming with ideas and have recipes listed 3-4 items long for every weekend since I started the blog that would keep me busy well into the next year. They’re not all fully developed, but they’re not idle sketches either. So, it’s not for lack of ideas that the naked beet has been idling.

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It’s probably the cumulative effect of so many vacations to the seashore that lead me to think of making chowder during the summer, but there’s still nothing intuitive to me about eating a hot soup when an iced tea would be more satisfying. But here I am posting a chicken corn chowder recipe in June. Why?

In this case, it’s all about the corn.

I must confess that food made with corn is usually a bit of a risk for me. While there’s not much I won’t eat, and not much I don’t enjoy, I have a particular tick when it comes to corn. I like corn on the cob, I like corn on its own if it’s crisp and fresh, but if it’s in a salad, or mixed with anything else, I get the heebeejeebees. Some people can’t stand walnuts in a brownie, I can’t stand corn when it’s added to anything else.

Until recently.

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At 15, my Mom and I visited Boston’s Quincy market for a holiday shopping trip. While walking and exploring the many different shops, I spotted a book in the window display of the Crate and Barrel— a burgundy cover, with a festive smorgasbord display and two happy-looking women. As I skimmed The Silver Palate Good Times Cookbook, I enjoyed the little illustrations throughout and the many lists and sidebars teeming with ideas for menus, wine suggestions, table arrangements, cheese varieties and their suggested pairings, and more. I was mesmerized by its details and comprehensiveness, the wonderfully diverse recipes that were both creative and ethnic. But more than anything else, I fell in love with the reference section in the back which listed items to stock in your kitchen, from basic to gourmet.

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Mr. Olivier came to prominence through his work at the Hermitage restaurant in Moscow, where he created his namesake salad in the 1860’s with luxurious ingredients such as beef’s tongue, aspic and even crayfish tails. Since then, variations on his salad have arisen in Spain, Mexico, Greece, Turkey, and even Iran, in each case retaining either his name or a tribute to his homeland with the name “Salad Rus.”

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