We did a pretty good job cleanin’ out the CSA box from last week, but there was that dreaded lingering head of radicchio.
Though I actually really liked the chicken and radicchio pasta salad from last week, I hate to repeat recipes so soon, and this definitely raised concerns that I wouldn’t be able to top that salad. Fritz is especially not a big fan of anything bitter, and radicchio is, um…quite bitter. Downright disgusting raw, I must say.
Several people suggested that I try grilling it, and I just wasn’t convinced that this would alter the bitterness enough to enjoy it. But when I came home from a long day of class and the house was 90 degrees inside, I knew that the grilling was on.
Hold on to your seats, friends, because it works. It really, really worked.
Grilled Radicchio & Pear Salad Printable Recipe Card
- 1 small head radicchio, cut into quarters
- 1 ripe pear, large dice
- 2 T balsamic vinegar
- 2 t mustard (I used hot and sweet)
- 1 T olive oil
- 2 T Parmesan cheese
- salt and pepper to taste
Cut the radicchio into quarters, leaving the core largely intact, and brush with a bit of olive oil. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and grill over indirect medium-high heat until wilted, with some crisp on the outer leaves. This should only take a few minutes on each flat side of the quarter.
Meanwhile, mix the balsamic vinegar, mustard, olive oil, and Parmesan cheese together with a fork until well blended.
When the radicchio is done, slice and divide onto plates. Sprinkle with the pear and drizzle with dressing.
This recipe made three nicely sized entrée salads for Fritz, Eber, and I, but it could make 4-6 little side salads, too.
I couldn’t believe how good the radicchio was once it was grilled! Fritz still found some of the inner pieces to be a little too bitter for his taste, but for the most part he enjoyed it.
He also couldn’t tell that there was mustard in the dressing, which is good because he claims to hate mustard. I, however, have yet to see the definitive evidence of this hatred–every time I make something with mustard in it and don’t tell him, he finds it to be quite delicious. Veeeery suspect.
Fritz and I also had an intense play session with Henry today, involving his arch nemesis–a paper towel roll. However, the tables turned on Fritz when Henry spotted a much more fun (and interactive) target:
No, that’s not my foot. That hairy leg belongs to Fritz. I continued to egg Henry on and reinforce his bad habits by not stepping in to rescue Fritz until things went from bad to worse:
Henry was without a doubt a serious warrior in his previous life.