Happy Friday, party-kittens.
Marcus was out-of-town for part of the week. And I had some really grandiose dreams of actioning two different salads on Tuesday night to fashion my lunches out of for the remainder of the week.
And then I realized that one was really, really enough.
My week in feasting sans-husband begins now.
Monday – Pizza with Fig Butter, Caramelized Onions, Mozzarella and Prosciutto on homemade crust
Yes, you have seen an incarnation of this before and as yet another piece of evidence that Jillian and I are forever-friends, we both had it on our heart to action this pizza for our most recent get-together.
See also, Jillian is My Coolest Friend because she totally lets me use her kitchen as a launching point for all manner of things not kosher (beef and cheese! pork! seafood!). If you don’t have a friend like this, don’t even tell me because I don’t want to know.
If making a pizza crust is not your jam, you can buy literally everything you need for this pizza in like one aisle of Trader Joe’s. If that’s not miraculous, I do not know what is.
Also, this time we caramelized two onions for the pizza because More is More and nobody wins when you’re skimping on coverage. Ever. Do likewise.
I don’t know what it was about this recipe that spoke to my soul when I first saw it. But the moment I read the breakdown, I knew that it would be making an appearance in our kitchen.
Since Marcus was out-of-town on Tuesday night, it only made sense to action it then. He is not salad-averse, but I just felt that it would be best to launch a test run before I forced it on him.
I roasted the chicken sans-foil tent or water bath. To keep things crispier longer (since I knew this would be a leftovers thing for the rest of the week), I opted to mix everything BUT the cabbage and then top the cabbage each day with the chicken-dressing-pineapple extravaganza. I didn’t roast or chop my peanuts because, whatever.
How you could do this faster (seriously this is how much I need for you to be eating this): Buy a bag of slaw mix (negating the need to slice cabbage and grate carrots). Buy a rotisserie chicken. Buy canned pineapple (I did that). That leaves you to deal with dressing/cilantro/green onions. You can handle that.
Warning: If you try to accidentally choke on one of the Sriracha-soaked pineapple chunks (maybe I drizzled a bit more on my salad prior to serving) and it touches that tender part of the back of your throat that is also the place that salad dressing becomes perilous/ is where you will most likely choke on your own spit, you will want to cry. Proceed with caution.