Holiday Salad with Greens, Cranberries, Feta, and Walnuts

Last week I unpacked my grandmother’s nativity set and assembled the scene of Mary and Joseph, baby Jesus, shepherds, wise men, and sundry animals on a shelf in the living room.  As I scattered straw through the stable and watched the cats chase each other around the trunk of the Christmas tree, I enjoyed a glass of Chianti—the Carlo Rossi kind out of the large, screw-top jug.  My grandmother loved her Chianti, and when it turns five o’clock in Heaven, I know she is sitting up there, glass in hand, enjoying the slightly dry vintage along with a plate of kielbasa or sauerkraut pierogi.

 This week last year I drove to Denver to spend the day with my Grandmother Lillian.  I hadn’t seen her in over a month, and I was looking forward to our usual outing:  meatballs and salad at a nearby Italian restaurant (washed down with glasses of Chianti, of course), followed by a shopping trip to Kohls.  My uncle had phoned a day earlier to tell me he received a message from a security guard at her retirement community.  On the way to Mass, she had rammed her car over a curb and into street sign.  She seemed confused and in poor health.  I promised to check up on her.

When she answered my knock, I caught my breath and braced myself against a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I had always described my grandmother as an older, more sophisticated version of Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face.  She often paired a black turtleneck with black wool pants and ballet-style loafers, which accentuated a blond bob and carefully applied lipstick.  But on that day, a large bruise covered her face where her head had hit the steering wheel.  She hadn’t changed her clothes or done her hair in several days.  From the state of her apartment, I could tell she hadn’t been eating or drinking either.  That day began a stressful, two-month journey to the end, a journey that included various hospitals and skilled nursing facilities. 

When it became clear that Grandma Lil would never leave the nursing facility, my uncle spent Christmas Day going through her things, packing most of them up for donation.  My sister and I stopped by to take those items special to us—a box photographs from the 30s and 40s, a rosary made of glass beads, a fur coat, paintings of flower and birds, and a candy dish remembered from childhood holidays.  The frustration of sorting through packed closets and cupboards competed with a deep sadness over a beautiful life coming to a close—a life represented by so many material possessions that evoked treasured memories.  I struggled with the guilty knowledge that my grandmother didn’t know what we were doing with her beloved apartment.  Until the end, she remained convinced that she would eventually return home.

As we emptied the apartment, I searched every closet and cupboard for the one thing I really wanted—my grandmother’s nativity set.  After the last piece of furniture had been hauled away, my uncle phoned to say he had found it—one of the last boxes in a storage room in the basement. 

My grandmother passed away on March 6th of this year.  We will miss her as we sit around the table on Christmas afternoon, aware of her absence.  The daughter of Polish immigrants, she possessed an elegance, generosity, and innate sense of hospitality that led her to share whatever she had with those around her.  To her, that was the American dream:  she acquired beautiful things in order to share them with others, and she expressed love through an abundance of food.  I will always remember her breaking into a giggle, her eyes lighting up with delight, as her grandchildren arrived at the old farmhouse for a holiday.  Sometimes I can still hear the faint echo of that laugh.

Unlike my grandmother, I don’t like Christmas.  There, I said it. 

I want to like Christmas.  I want to bask in the glittering decorations and lights, in the sound of bells and carols.  I want to enjoy the delicious treats made only at Christmastime and the decadence of shop-till-you-drop.  I want to relax with family and friends in front of the fireplace, mug of hot cocoa in hand, while large snowflakes fall outside. 

Instead, around the middle of December, I descend into a frenzy of decorating, cleaning, baking, shopping, and wrapping.  As I run around trying to get everything done on time, I find roads jammed with people heading for the shops, no parking spaces at the mall, and the pre-set holiday budget going out the window.  There are Christmas parties and concerts that must fit somewhere between writing Christmas cards and vacuuming up the pine needles that fall to the floor whenever the cats scale the tree.  Since both my parents and in-laws live only an hour away, the Philosopher and I find ourselves negotiating the demands and expectations of both families.  Mid-December also marks the end of the fall semester for both of us, which means grading stacks of exams and papers and submitting volumes of paperwork to the university.  Add to this our anniversary, the annual visit of close friends over New Year’s and The Philosopher’s birthday, all of which take place before January 7th, and you have a recipe for high-stress and possible financial disaster.

 The ancient Celts believed in “thin places.”  These are sites where the divide between this world and the next is “thin,” where a person feels more strongly the presence of God, or a mystical connection to those saints who have gone before.  One example is the town of Kildare, Ireland, the site where Saint Brigid, a contemporary of St. Patrick, built a religious community and where the thirteenth-century Kildare Cathedral now stands.  Legends of Saint Brigid have blended with those of an earlier Brigid, a holy woman of pre-Christian times, and today pilgrims visit St. Brigid’s Holy Well for contemplation and healing. 

But I have always thought that there are also “thin times,” those times of year when we feel a closer connection to those we have lost, when something inside of us longs for reflection, for things beyond the present, for mysterious things we cannot see.  I believe Christmas is one such “thin time,” which our ancestors intuited as they chose to establish the celebration of Christ’s birth at the time of the Winter Solstice. 

Sometimes I think that the endless shopping, spending, decorating, eating, and rushing around is our way of dealing with a “thin time,” of blocking it out, of refusing to let it touch us on a deep, even dark level.  Each year I find myself bristling at the frenzy, longing to sink into the thin time by distancing myself from the people and noise surrounding the season.  The Philosopher tells me this is unduly pessimistic.  He prefers to see the communal celebration of Christ’s birth as our way of bringing joy to the darkest time of the year.  It is letting the light of Christ into the dark spaces of our lives. 

Each year I attempt to simplify Christmas.  Since going gluten-free and discovering my low tolerance for sugar, I have stopped baking for the holidays.  Although I am learning to work with gluten-free flours, I don’t always succeed in my efforts, and I find I can do without tins of Christmas cookies and fudge.  These days, I opt to bring a salad to potlucks and holiday parties.  As many buffet tables are piled high gluten-filled sweets and casseroles, hostesses and guests appreciate a fresh, elegant salad. 

 This year, my favorite salad includes baby field greens, dried cranberries, crumbled feta, and walnuts.  The salad looks pretty and festive, and it gets me out of the rut of thinking of salad as merely romaine and tomatoes.  With the dried cranberries and a dressing made of honey and balsamic vinegar, this salad is just sweet enough that you might not find yourself tempted by those trays of Christmas cookies.  Better yet, the salad takes a grand total of five minutes to assemble, including the dressing.  If you are still devising your menu for Christmas day, this salad makes a lovely first course.

As I admire my grandmother’s nativity set on the shelf, I am trying to adopt The Philosopher’s view of the “thin time.”  It helps to have a glass of Chianti nearby. 

Holiday Salad with Greens, Cranberries, Feta, and Walnuts

 

  • Assorted organic baby field greens (12 oz, or 2/3 of a 16-oz tub)
  • 1 5-oz package dried cranberries
  • ½ cup chopped walnuts
  • 1 5-oz container feta cheese crumbles

 Dressing:

  • ¼ cup extra-virgin olive oil
  • 3T balsamic vinegar
  • 1T honey
  • Dash of garlic salt
  • Black pepper to taste.

Assemble salad ingredients in a large bowl.  Blend together dressing ingredients.  Pour dressing slowly onto salad, mixing frequently, just until salad greens are lightly coated. 

If you are bringing the salad to a party, take the dressing in a separate container and apply it when you arrive to avoid soggy greens.

Variation:  Add strips of grilled chicken breast to turn this salad into a light lunch or supper.

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. thebratlife
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 18:10:29

    I loved this post, Adrianne! I have always appreciated the Celtic concept of “thin places” and believe they are real…maybe “thin times” are too. Your mention of St. Brigid reminded me of a historical novel I read last year that you might like…http://www.amazon.com/Brigid-Kildare-Novel-Heather-Terrell/dp/0345505123

    Your grandmother sounds like a wonderful woman. So many of the details you described reminded me of my own Czech grandma…the glass rosary beads, the Christmas Eve kielbasa and pierogies. I hope your grandmother feels a little closer as the thin time of Christmas nears…

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  2. Jayne Polen
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 20:19:02

    My favorite thing about this entry in your blog is the much needed picture of you and your grandmother. I have heard so many wonderful stories about her and how much that she meant to you. How she guided and helped to mold you into the woman that you are today. It makes me smile to finally see a picture of you two together.

    I do love the recipe for the salad as it is one of my favorites also. Anything with cranberries and feta, how can you go wrong? You will make it through the holidays and hopefully the stress will eventually melt away.

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    • adriannenoel
      Dec 21, 2011 @ 11:28:50

      Thanks, Jayne! I’ll try to post more photos in another posting sometime. I have some wonderful ones from the 30s and 40s. The photo I posted was taken in 2009, and it was really the last time Grandma Lil was “herself,” before various health issues set in.

      Have a great Christmas!

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  3. Aunt Noel
    Dec 20, 2011 @ 20:23:43

    A neat post and description of Lil. I loved the picture of the two of you. She was such a wonderful, positive, generous and fun loving lady. I have very fond memories of her. I am looking forward to seeing you on Christmas. Oh, and by the way, no big deal if you don’t really like Christmas. It will be fun to see you anyway. 🙂

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  4. Machelle
    Dec 21, 2011 @ 13:09:05

    I really enjoyed reading this Adrianne! I love the concept of “thin places” and “thin times”- interesting to think about that. I, too, try to make the holidays simpler and am intentional about blocking out the Christmas frenzy. This year my best trick is to wear my ipod at the grocery store so I don’t have to hear Christmas carols overhead! The salad looks delicious- I will try it sometime soon. Love to you and Erik!

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  5. Meredith Vinger Roach
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 17:47:03

    Dear Adrianne,
    It was great to see you and Erik last night at Rico’s. I loved the blog post on your grandmother. What a blessing to have her for so many years. I loved my “Mimi” fiercely. One special thing I found among her personal things after her passing was a well-worn copy I had given her of The Mists of Avalon, a novel by Marion Zimmer Bradley who relates the King Arthur legends from the perspective of the female characters. She even kept the card I’d given her along with the book seventeen years earlier.

    Our Santa Fe trip was cancelled due to weather so it looks like we’ll be seeing you in that very special of “thin” places, Grace and St. Stephen’s on Christmas Eve.

    Blessings to you, Erik, Hans and Punk’in.
    Jack & Meredith Roach

    PS – Please tell Hans he did a terrific job on the Christmas letter!

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  6. Leif
    Dec 22, 2011 @ 18:02:50

    Great blog post! Thin times and a salad recipe… Love it! Blue cheese also works well in this salad.

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  7. Karen Noble
    Jan 13, 2012 @ 09:30:55

    It is never to late…as I sit here practically mid January with the baby and 4 dogs asleep in my room, one of them on my foot, I’m catching up on my emails and reading. Enjoyed this sweet blog as much as the salad! Both were delicious and beautiful in their own way. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to just go up into the mountains from about December 12th-January 7th and just rest, read,write and have total alone time without the hubbub?? Would it be precious or lonely? Thank you for your sharing both your dear memories and recipe…

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