i’ll be the first to admit i’m taking great liberties with the word ‘salad’ lately.
it all started around easter when i decided we’d eat nothing but salad for dinner and call it a diet. of course, the majority of our salads have contained salami or bacon. hell, i even managed to work pâté into a ‘salad’ one night. i apparently have a very wide grey area when it comes to salad. and i have to say, that’s probably a good thing or my husband wouldn’t still be agreeing to sit down to a bowl of lettuce and vegetables each night.
he’s from bend. bend, oregon. it’s an interesting place. one that i have a love-hate relationship with. (i mean, seriously, no matter how many times you tell me that the smell permeating the air is in fact juniper or sage or whatever, i’m STILL gonna think a cat pissed all over my jacket.) but he loves bend, and his entire family still lives there, so we go to bend. (but, to be honest, it’s kind of hard to enjoy myself while i’m there because i’m concentrating so hard on not breathing in through my nose.)
but enough about me.
he was raised by two lovely people. he grew up on a lot of land with a pony and with tons of encouragement to be whatever he wanted to be. while his father owned a paving company that literally paved more than half of bend back in the day, my husband decided to study musical theater. at college. and while he has always been in a band, has always been in the theater and loves really whiney songwriters, he also does stuff like go hunting, bomb down rivers in a kayak and bike 40 miles in one day. for fun. (i should explain now that i learned the word ‘bomb’ from him and would never really talk like that unless making specific fun of his hobbies.)
feeding a man who is equally comfortable attending the symphony as he is drinking whiskey and shooting guns* can sometimes be tricky. while i tend to shy away from serious meat at meal times, i know his gun shooting side definitely craves the stuff. so when i declared that we’d be eating nothing but salad for dinner for the foreseeable future, it’s only understandable that he looked somewhat disappointed.
and then a giant box of meat arrived from nueske’s. granted, the box really only contained pork products, but it was enough meat for my hybrid mountain man/renaissance man to accept his future of salads for dinner. here’s one of his favorites:
nueske’s bacon-wrapped asparagus salad
serves 3-4 as a dinner salad, more as a side salad
you need:
- 1 bundle (not thin but not thick) asparagus, washed and trimmed
- 1 lb bacon, best you can buy
- mixed greens for all - i usually measure out 3-4 large handfuls of lettuce per dinner salad
- 1 carrot, shaved into ribbons with a vegetable peeler
- 1 avocado, cut into small chunks
- 1 small chunk blue cheese, preferably this one
- delicious salad dressing - preferably something mustardy, like this one
make the salad:
- preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
- set a metal cooling rack inside a rimmed sheet tray.
- slice the pound of bacon in half so that you now have twice as many slices as you started with.
- working one spear at a time, wrap the bacon around the asparagus and place it on the cooling rack in the sheet tray, loose ends down. no need to worry about pinning the bacon down with a toothpick or anything - as the bacon shrinks it will stick with the asparagus.
- roast the bacon-wrapped asparagus for 20 minutes or until the bacon reaches your desired level of doneness.
- meanwhile, layer the lettuces, carrot ribbons, avocado and blue cheese in a large salad bowl. drizzle dressing over top.
- when the bacon and asparagus are finished, remove them from the sheet tray to a cutting board. slice the spears into manageable pieces and add them to the salad. don’t worry if some asparagus slips out of the bacon. once you toss the salad they’ll do that anyway.
- top the salad off with a bit more dressing, toss and serve with salt & pepper.

* he promises me he does not do these two things simultaneously.