bad wife green bean salad
I am a bad wife. Well, I am a good wife. Like when I’m serving dinner and I give Mat the better looking plate. Or when I am splitting an ice cream sandwich to share and I give him the bigger piece. Or when I wait for him to watch The Office together even though it is just sitting there on my desktop calling out to me. (I know that has nothing to do with food, but I still think it’s good wife material.)
But I am also a bad wife. Like what I did the other day.
Mat had gone out to obtain some document or other that we needed for our visa mayhem. I stayed home because I was working.
And then, how can I put this… Well I had a couple students cancel and I was feeling hungry with some time on my hands. I looked in the fridge and saw green beans and sausage. Before I knew what I was doing, I had whipped together a fiercely indulgent dish that was masquerading as a “salad”.
I meant to only have a taste. One little taste to tide me over until Mat got back. It all happened so fast! I did not mean to eat the whole thing. And I did not mean to get caught. At least, not so soon. How was I supposed to know the sultry smell of that spicy cooked sausage would linger so long, causing my husband to excitedly say “Ooh, smells good! Where is it?” (That’s right, not what is it, but rather, where is it?)
My wide, guilty eyes said it all. I am a bad wife.
3 big handfuls of green beans
1 tsp olive oil
2 Italian sausages, casing removed, roughly chopped up
1 packed tsp capers, finely chopped
1/4 tsp harissa paste
1/2 tsp balsamic vinegar
shaved parmesan, to garnish
Steam your green beans until vibrant in color and tender with a bit of crunch. Shock in cold water. Set aside.
Heat a frying pan over medium heat. Add oil and sausage. As sausage cooks, keep breaking it up with a metal spatula until it resembles a crumbled texture.
Add capers, harissa, and balsamic and mix well. Remove from heat.
Combine green beans and sausage mixture in a serving bowl and garnish with shaved parmesan.
And please, please, share with someone you love. Trust me.
I did a bad bad thing. But it tasted so good. Forgive me?