Fisherman Salad
Greetings dear Fool Spoon travelers and dear salad lovers! Today’s topic is how to prepare a fisherman salad. Fisherman? Yes, you heard that right. And in this post you will hear his story.
Imagine a man wearing a sweater and a overalls. Gloves on his hands, a yellow raincoat on his back. The air is chilly and the sea is choppy. But he has to go fishing because that’s his job. Although as a vegan I am against the hunting of fish, there is no vegan in this story. It would be unexpected for the fisherman to be vegan, and then I couldn’t write the story. Right? Anyway. Let’s hear it.
The Story of the fisherman and Rosmarin
The waves rock the little boat Rosmarin left and right. “For the sake of my father’s beard, the storm is close!” says the old man. “Come on, girl, let’s finish this.” He strokes his boat gently. He grabs the oars, and Rosmarin does her best to push forward, despite the waves lapping at her nose.
The fisherman drops the anchor and Rosmarin drifts a bit. But no problem. The old man has been doing this for years. As he sends his line out to sea, the wind blows into his faded beret and howls in his ears.
It doesn’t look like there’ll be much fishing today, but with luck he’ll catch his dinner before the storm hits. Then his fishing rod gets heavier and the old man laughs, twitching his mustache. “Hah, you see, Rosmarin! I think we have a guest!” He reels in the line, and a huge fish flutters with its last ounce of strength.
The fisherman relieves the fish’s pain with a quick movement, as he has done for years. The smell of salt rises from the sea and the cries of seagulls circling in the air add to his joy. Thinking it is his lucky day, he casts out his line again. But… this time Rosmarin moans underneath him, expressing her concern.
The storm is coming
One big fish is more than enough. “You’re right, girl,” he says. “No need to be greedy. Let’s go home.” So he pulls out his fishing rod, but just then he sees a bottle floating toward the boat.
He dips his hand in the cold water and catches it. It is corked and there is a note inside. But there is no time to read it…
The old man clings to the oars. The storm is getting stronger and is scolding him, as if to say, “What are you doing at sea?” Rosmarin is a small but strong girl. The fisherman knows it. “We’ll make it,” he says.
He can see land ahead, and just over the hill he can see smoke rising from his chimney. His little hut is warm and safe. When he finally reaches the shore, he ties Rosmarin up and secures her. He takes the fish and the bottle and goes back to his hut. His stomach growls with hunger.
Once inside his hut, he quickly cleans the fish and pours himself a glass of wine while it cooks. As he sits in front of his fireplace, the fat dripping from the fish sizzles on the fire. The fisherman uncorks the glass bottle and grabs the roll of paper. Inside it reads:
What a lovely note, a culinary delight,
A gift to the fisherman, in the stormy night.
With skill and a line, his job well done,
No hunger for him when the day is done.
This gift you’ve shared, a gesture so kind,
Sweetening his mouth, a treasure to find.
A salad with fish, a perfect cuisine,
A feast for his senses, a culinary dream.
The fisherman laughs, and the fish he has skewered spins around. “Look at that. My luck has brought me a salad recipe.” But even though he doesn’t know it yet, his salad will become popular in his little fish restaurant called Rosmarin, and it will be overflowing with customers.
And one day, one of his customers will ask him: “Excuse me, sir, can I have that salad recipe?”
“Oh, that recipe comes with a story, my dear,” the man will say.
“I’ll take the story, too. I’ll put it on my food blog. What do you say?” the short woman will ask.
“For the love of my father’s beard! What’s a blog?” and then he’ll put his hands on his waist and stamp his foot. “And you don’t eat my fish, you come for the salad. Don’t think I didn’t notice!”
“I’m a vegan, sir,” she’ll say.
“Vegan? What the hell is that? Is that some new religion?”
“Well, you could say that.”
“God forgive me. I’ll give you the recipe so you can make it yourself and never have to come here again,” the old man will say, twitching his big mustache.
“It’s a win-win situation! Great! Now, if you’ll just give me a second to get my tablet,” the woman will say, turning and running back to her table.
“Your what?” the old man will ask. He will shake his head from side to side and watch the woman jump up and down with excitement. What a beautiful and intelligent woman he will think! Then he will say, “Is she dancing by herself? What a fool!” He will let out a big laugh!
Fisherman Salad
Well, that’s the story of how I grabbed the recipe! Let’s get to work and make the fisherman’s salad in the note.
I hope I don’t rhyme the whole recipe.
I can’t stop myself, please have mercy.
Damn it!
Ingredients:
3 tomatoes
1 medium red onion
Parsley
For the sauce
1 tbsp soy sauce
2 tbsp balsamic vinegar
½ teaspoon sugar
2 tablespoons olive oil
Salt
Sumac
Preparation
First, slice the onions thinly and rub them with salt in a bowl. (You can watch the video in this recipe for killing the onions: Fastest Fork Wins Salad )
Add plenty of olive oil to the pan and cook the onions until they soften.
Chop the tomatoes. Add the onions and hot oil in the pan to the tomatoes. Add the chopped parsley.
To 1 tablespoon of soy sauce (you can put two spoons if you like), add 2 tablespoons of balsamic vinegar, 1 tablespoon of olive oil and 1 teaspoon of salt and 1 teaspoon of sumac, half a teaspoon of sugar and mix. Pour over your salad and mix well.
You will realize that you can eat this fisherman salad with fish as the old man did, but it also goes very well with other dishes.
For the health benefits of Balsamic: https://www.healthline.com/health/balsamic-vinegar-health-benefits#recipes