Snappy salad plus#

There is nothing that I don’t like about this salad including the heavenly, 4-ingredient (plus S&P) Honey-Dijon Vinaigrette that’s drizzled on top. You know what we call that? A WIN, people! A freaking win. Not only was it wolfed down by all the adults, but 4 kids under the age of 5 too. That said, I first tossed together the combination of raw sweet corn kernels, cherry tomatoes, avocados, chopped apples, almonds, green onions, and fresh basil for, uh, myself in an attempt to recreate the salad I so loved in KC, and was so jazzed with the results that I whipped it up again the very next day for a dinner we were hosting for friends. Iowa sweet corn in particular is so candy-sweet and tender that I like to eat it raw like in this salad. Anyway, that 1% actually comes out to a whooooole lotta sweet corn and we find any and all reasons to enjoy an ear or two, any chance we get. Did you know that less then 1% of all the corn grown in Iowa is sweet corn? Some food for thought, har. Now, July means it’s sweet corn season here in the state of Iowa. Read more: Top 9 can i eat chicken salad sandwich while pregnant

It’s all about the toppings, man! Napa Sweet Corn Salad is my at-home recreation and it’s so dang good that I PROMISE it’ll become your new go-to summer side dish / potluck salad. Not because of the chicken or greens, but because everything but the kitchen sink was loaded on top. I ordered the Napa Chicken Salad which doesn’t sound particularly life changing but it was totally magical.

Snappy salad plus#

There are so many great local restaurants in KC but Coop’s has a GF menu I’ve ordered off of several times in the past and trust, plus it was close and Mama was hangry, so inside we went. Blasphemous! Where should we go the next time we’re in town?Īnyway, after checking into our hotel we bellied up to the bar at Cooper’s Hawk for lunch. It was on this trip when we realized that while we’ve visited at least a dozen times, we’ve never had KCMO’s legendary BBQ. We shopped the plaza, roamed around Westport, and Ben sipped bourbons while I drank Arnold Palmers like tomorrow would never come.

Mostly because our visit was so short that the city could have blinked and missed it, but it was a great time nonetheless. Although the only visual proof Ben and I have of taking a babymoon a couple months back is a picture of my water cheersing his Hendrick’s martini, it happened! We did it! 24 hours in Kansas City, Missouri! They never saw us coming.