What’s up brah? I was chillin’ at Loblaws the other day and was totally stoked to peep this bitchin’ salad, so I hopped on my longboard and was totally hot-doggin’ it to the homestead to make my own. Yeah…I know it’s totally bogus to snake someone else’s recipe, but since this recipe belongs to the man, I thought to myself, “Relax dude…it’s yours for the taking.”
Anyway, in English (and Less-Annoying), I saw this salad called a California Salad, so I went home and made my own.
It’s delicious. It’s beautiful. And like most things in my life, it looks like it’s a lot more work than it is. So if you’re having guests over, it’s a great salad to make, because it looks like you slaved away, when really it takes about 10 minutes to throw together. (Sorry to shatter the illusion Heidi and Gord).
I will full on admit it. I’m totally biased. But I don’t care. I don’t care if the journalist police hunt me down and throw me in prison for it. Because it’s worth it.
My friend Andrea opened up a new bakery/coffee shop in Burnaby and it is, without a doubt, the best place you haven’t been. I’ve had Andrea’s baking before and I will tell you this: I’d go so far as to say it’s “to die for,” except that I HATE that phrase, and really, you wouldn’t want to risk dying because you’d never be able to try any of her delectable deliciousness again. So instead I’ll say it’s to LIVE for.
Also, handling the cafe end of things is my sister Christa. Say hi when you go in! You’ll know it’s her because she’ll probably be the one making a fart sound.
Here’s a picture of the gals so you know what you’re getting into before you go.
Andrea’s is the one cutting the BRAIN CAKE she MADE, and Christa is the one laughing her head off. (Note: Andrea is not actually a cow girl – although should probably consider becoming one because she wears it so well.)