I’ve always been an emotional one, even from a young age. I can remember becoming hysterical when Sarah Murray left my middle school and we all joined hands at the end of the school disco and sang Starmaker from Fame to her as she stood in the middle of the hall. I meant every damn single word from the very bottom of my 8-year-old broken heart. I can still see it now and whats more I can still feel it. I had never known pain like it. The best of it was that she wasn’t even a good friend of mine. Even back then I was like a rat up an emotional drain pipe. Any storm in a port.
In the next stage of my youth I was still an exceptionally emotional Sue. Cheesily predictable. Filled with overwhelming love I would be overcome with a powerful need to convey the depth of my profuse feelings for my long suffering friends as we stumbled into the local kebab shop at the end of a drunken evening. Every time without fail. No listen, you don’t understand…..I really, really, really bloody love you…….cringe city central.
Since embarking on this prequel to the Mother Menopause I have found myself blindsided by these tidal waves of emotion once more.This time without a double vodka in sight. They come from nowhere with the power to bring me immediately to my knees. A sucker punch to the guts that actually hurts. I find it hard to speak, think and even to breathe when it really gets me by the short and curlies. In about five seconds I can be engulfed in a tearful assault of emotion that takes absolutely no prisoners. It can occur anywhere and anytime, alone or in a crowd it cares not. Anything can set it off, an advert, a conversation, a memory. Yesterday it was Lionel Ritchie……Damn the Ritchie. Why couldn’t it have been someone even a bit cool? It’s merciless. I must simply appear insane……..again.
However this salad has brought much comfort to my erratic soul this week. I have had it in my mind for at least a year. It is based on a Delia recipe from her Summer Collection. I have heavily tweaked it. My tastes are a little less travelled than hers. But ever one for my comfort zone of recipes, I have never quite seemed to get round to it. But I am so glad I finally did. It is knock your pop socks off delicious and a plonk it on the table, one bowl veg and carb serving. It can be made a little ahead and looks impressive and accomplished served in a glass bowl. Perfect for a BBQ or any get together. It is, quite simply, outstanding and I need you to understand how much I really, really, really bloody love it……..
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