Wednesday, December 20, 2006

waldorf

For our office party tomorrow, each of us will be bringing something for the food. I decided to prepare Waldorf Salad. It's easy to prepare and I found the recipe with the picture which looks tasty enough. I also wanted to bring some Asian flavor, the Korean kim pop, but is very tedious so I picked the salad. This recipe is stright out of elise.com which I saw while browsing Yahoo.

Waldorf Salad

1 red apple, cored and chopped
1/2 cup celery, thinly sliced
1/2 cup red seedless grapes, sliced (or a 1/4 cup of raisins)
1/2 cup chopped toasted walnuts
1/4 cup mayonnaise (or plain yogurt if you must)
1 Tbsp fresh lemon juice
Salt
Pepper
Lettuce

In a medium sized bowl, whisk together the mayo (or yogurt) and the lemon juice. Add 1/2 teaspoon of salt, 1/4 teaspoon of fresh ground pepper. Mix in the apple, celery, grapes, and walnuts. Serve on a bed of fresh lettuce.

Serves 2.

Recipe courtesy of elise.com

2 comments:

aajao said...

hi jay. thanks for dropping by my blog. have you tasted the Waldorf Salad - Kenny Rogers version? umm... it's actually there where i first had a taste of Waldorf.

btw, this comment is posted in one of your December 2006 entries :)

jayclops said...

unfortunately hindi pa. pero i will try that one of these days, sabi mo eh. hehehe. sa mga hotels ko lang usually nata-try ang waldorf. not that i go there to eat or stay but during travels and planned activities.

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