My kid found a recipe he wanted to cook that included scallions and shallots. “What the HELL is a shallot” I thought???
Many recipes have ingredients where you need a teaspoon but you gotta buy a quart. I only needed one shallot but had to buy a bag.
At least my kid was interested in something besides technology so I entertained him, bought the damn shallots.
I peeled the oniony paper skin off and started slicing (you know where this is going, don’t you?).
As soon as the steel hit the flesh, my nostrils were filled with the most delightful fragrance. I reluctantly tossed the slices into the pan and thought how cool that plant is. I immediately went to Wikipedia to find out about this discovery. Where have shallots been my whole life???
Last night I went to stop and shop and saw shallots in bulk next to all the onions- musta been there all this time but my eyes passed over them as if they were invisible.
Im going to save these for planting- they might grow like onions do, but now onions need to move over, there’s a new boy in town.
So last night I sliced up a large shallot and put it into the spinach/lettuce/vine-ripened tomato/pesto/ Caesar salad dressing salad, and we ate every scrap. Imagine a 14 yo boy shoving a parent out of the way to get to the salad?
I have shallots to thank, and my kid for making me buy them!
Post script in order here. I’m a blabber mouth, and have been gospelling the word of shallots to anyone who would listen. A friend of mine soaked shallot cloves in vodka this week and made a pitcher of shallot martinis for everyone last night! BEST MARTINI I EVER HAD!
Holy crap, is there anything a shallot can’t do???