Strawberry Vinaigrette

Thursday, June 21, 2012

10 strawberries with the tops cut off

1 cup extra virgin olive oil

1 cup red wine vinegar

1 tablespoon Tarragon leave

1 tablespoon honey

1 tablespoon flax seed (optional, but flax seed is awesome)

1 teaspoon poppy seed (also optional)

Chop up all your strawberries as thinly as you can. You want tiny bits for this one.

Mix up all of your oil and your vinegar. Toss in your tarragon, poppy seed and your flax seed.

Add your strawberries, and stir everything up really well. Give it a taste. If it’s too bitter, slowly add your honey bit by bit.

I add the honey last, because sometimes, depending on how much vinegar I put in my own mixtures, I may not want the sweet taste.

Vinaigrettes are fun. Play with this one, and see where it takes you!

Want an avatar? Quick and easy solution. Visit Gravatar.com and sign up for one!
If you are promoting a product, or posting a sales pitch, your comment will be deleted.
If you are trying to dispute something on the site, you will need more than anecdotal evidence (i.e., "My cousin's friend's uncle's girlfriend's boss did it and it worked!" If you've got books or at least Internet links, then we can talk. Otherwise, you risk your comment not being approved.
Foul language is discouraged. I'd like people to still be able to read the site at their jobs.
Disrespecting me or the people who post here is also unacceptable. Your comment won't be approved, and you might be banned. (Actually, I've grown to like embarrassing people who behave like they have no home training. Consider yourself warned.)
Everyone is welcome here. You don't have to be Black, you don't have to be a Girl. I'd prefer you to be human, and I'd prefer you to be kind. We're helping each other, right? :)
Last, but certainly not least, commenting here is a privilege. Not a matter of "freedom of speech," but a matter of "approved at the discretion of the the owner." It's how I keep the community civil. Everyone appreciates that civility until it's their comment on the chopping block. We simply don't have time for foolishness, here. (And please, don't e-mail me to complain. I already know you're mad.)