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There is no doubt eating a rainbow is healthy for you, but don’t forget to eat local for the health of our planet too!
It’s always tempting to look to the exotic or tropical when eating a more vibrant plate, but I wanted to celebrate more local produce, including delicacies such as milkcap mushrooms, padrón peppers and yummy calçots, with many icons inspired directly by my own little garden.
I hope you enjoy my rainbow, and have fun discovering the rainbow in your own backyard!
Though famous for their olive dishes, the ancient Greeks ate a variety of squash, fruits like pomegranates, figs, and grapes, plenty of fish, and hearty grains. Sardines were the fish of the common folk. Though they kept many goats (who are versatile and good on terrains with poor vegetation) they rarely ate them as they saw it as a waste of good milk. Instead, when goats were killed, they were frequently used as sacrifices to the gods.
The Poke Bowl (pronounce poh-kay) is the Hawaiian version of the Buddha Bowl.
In the Poke Bowl, the fish (or meat or tofu) has to be diced (in small cubes) and marinated in sesame oil and soy sauce.
Add as many fruits and vegetables as you like and have fun with different colours and flavours !
This is my favourite breakfast, fresh fruit chopped in pieces, whatever is handy and available. A favourite mix for me is blueberries, pomegranate, navel oranges, a granny smith apple & a few banana slices! lots of colour, and the perfect way to start the day! and I love eating it from my special blown glass! and then drinking the juice that remains once the fruit is eaten! energized & ready to tackle the day! get your shine on!
Anarkali (meaning pomegranate blossom) was a 16th century female servant whose execution was ordered by the Emperor Akbar. Her tomb is in Lahore, Pakistan and a bustling bazaar is named after her. A fruit chaat celebrating her name is sold there. This is an approximation of that recipe, courtesy of my aunt Razia.
In the fall, after work, my father would come home with pomegranates in a brown paper bag. Two or three rolled out of the bag onto our kitchen table. Grabbing one, I broke open the leathery skin; and popped the beautiful red rubies out of the shell; landing all over the table. As we ate these ruby red seeds, I asked him what they were. “Chinese apples” he said. Years later, I learned another word for Chinese apple was Pomegranate. Those lovely ruby seeds will always remind me of him.