The weather seriously needs to get it together.
I have never lived inland before. Well, that's not entirely true. I was TECHNICALLY born in Arkansas and lived there for a couple of years before jetting off to my home on the Jersey Shore. But it was such a blip on my radar that I barely remember the years I spent there. I can generate two memories from that time period. One was when it snowed for the first time in about 39429035 years. I was three years old and had never seen snow. I remember playing outside in a purple coat that rivaled Randy Parker's a la A Christmas Story and basically not being able to move anywhere or anything. The other was eating ice cream at a place called The Purple Cow. As documented numerous times on this blog, I have this thing for ice cream, despite my intense lactose intolerance. However, this time was different. It was different because that night in particular 1) I had my first taste of strawberry ice cream, which eventually became my version of crack and 2) Chelsea Clinton and the Secret Service showed up to have some ice cream.
Clearly, my memories have their priorities straight.
After living on the Jersey Shore and, subsequently, New York City, for most of my life, I am terrified about what the winter and, with it, the weather will bring. Living not near a body of water is definitely a change for me. Currently, the temperature is doing some sort of dropping to 30 degrees and then shoot up to 70 around lunch time. I don't know if I can take much more of this, especially now that I'm lugging about 6 layers to work with me at one time. You know, when you have 3 coats, two sweaters, and that one sweater for, "in case it cold in the office which, honestly, it never does."
I could honestly be mistaken for a mover with the amount of clothes I've been carrying.
This is the first time I remember living not close to SOME body of water (although my friends here try to convince me that where I live now is NOT inland). Living on the coast, the sea moderated the temperature. As a kid, I was always upset that we NEVER got snow, while those lucky kids in Philadelphia got to have snow days galore. Now that I'm older, I have a serious hatred of cabin fever. I'm good with ONE good snow and then that is it. However, judging by the trend of bad winters we have had, I can only send a hope and a prayer to NOAA that we will some how avoid the worst of it.
Now what, you may be asking, does this have to do with soba noodles? Well, although I am a sucker for soups and curries this time of year, I also love spicy things. I was that kid who always tried to down the FIRE! sauce at Taco Bell straight from the packets (I was a weird kid). There is nothing I love more when the weather is cold outside then a punch of heat from the food you are eating. Spiciness warms you from the inside out and, if you're sick, it has the added benefit of cleaning out your sinuses.
I won't get graphic, but you get the idea.
The almond butter dressing on this salad is kind of sort of inspired by Thai peanut satay sauce. I love mine pretty hot, but feel free to adjust the spiciness to your liking. The miso glazed salmon makes for a KILLER protein topper, but if you are a vegetarian, I have used the glaze as a marinade for tofu and it tastes bomb. Basically, this salad is everything you want it to be. Forget the salmon, add more noodles, add more zucchini ribbons, top with sprinkles, I will not be offended. As my preschool teacher said, "Do not afraid to be special."
Soba Noodle Salad with Almond Butter Dressing and Miso Roasted Salmon
23. Recent Grad. Human Vegetable Disposal. Putting the Chic in Chickpea.