Recipe Wednesday: Caprese Salad
I’m a fan of simple food. This week’s recipe from the Soup & Salad section fits the bill. Doesn’t get simpler or more delicious than this. Bonus: It’s the height of tomato season.
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CAPRESE SALAD
Simple, fresh Italian classic.
PREP TIME: 5 MINUTES
TOTAL TIME: 5 MINUTES
SERVES 8
Ingredients
3 whole ripe tomatoes, sliced thick
12 ounces, mozzarella cheese, sliced thick
Fresh basil leaves
Extra-virgin olive oil
Kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Directions
Arrange tomato and mozzarella slices on a platter. Arrange basil leaves between the slices. Drizzle olive oil over the top of the salad, getting a little bit on each slice. End with a sprinkling of kosher salt and black pepper. Serve.
Chrisetta Mosley
I am a product – and now a survivor – of childhood obesity. As a child, my family always told me that my extra weight was merely baby fat and I’d eventually grow out of it. I never did. Instead, my childhood is filled with memories of not being able to ride a bike, flattening its training wheels from being over the recommended weight, and avoiding P.E. classes by any means necessary. For years, I wore my fatness like a wounded soldier wears a Purple Heart - with pride. I owned the look. I dressed it up. I worked the room. There wasn't a skinny girl who intimidated me. I made sure my hair was laid just right. Nails polished. Outfits coordinated to the tee. Accessories to compliment every outfit. But everyone has a breaking point, and mine came in the spring of 2004 when I tipped the scale at nearly 400 pounds 388 to be exact. I was MISERABLE trapped inside of that body. I no longer wore my Purple Heart with pride. Rather, I was ashamed and frightened. Ashamed that I had allowed food to become my everything – frightened I would die because of it. Drastic times called for drastic measures... Today, I’m bound and determined to live a better, healthier, active lifestyle. I realize I’m no longer a passenger in my life, I’m the driver. I’m overcoming my inhibitions and I’m slowly but surely saying farewell to my old childhood nemesis, obesity. For once and for all, Farewell Fatso!