I discovered cooking classes as a twenty-something telecom worker living in Portland. My boss and first workplace mentor, Kelli, was glamorous and a great cook, so I jumped at the chance when she invited me along. After one session, I was hooked.
Nancy, our no-nonsense instructor, was a slip of a woman with an impeccable manicure. She knew how to command a room. She ran marathons and a fancy catering company in town, and her classes felt like a favor she graciously doled out to her eager fans. As Nancy demonstrated the menu, leaping with ease between the steps of various recipes, we students sat in rows of folding chairs in front of her hulking kitchen island with rapt attention, furiously scribbling notes.
As the cooking of each dish was completed, a trusted assistant took over, plating and garnishing in classic 1990s style (Nancy laughed that her own beautiful hands could only manage to "line things up like soldiers", so she delegated the task). A glorious buffet was the finale, with wine and chitchat flowing freely. I recall each and every menu and my sense of belonging. It seemed cooking people were my people.
I diligently saved my paychecks for those classes and the tools and ingredients I learned about from Nancy—balsamic vinegar, anchovies and capers in salt, cheeses I'd never met before, white peppercorns! I practiced her recipes in my first cramped but light-drenched apartment kitchen. I bought a food processor. I invited guests for dinner and brunch and holiday feasts.
It would be fifteen years before I quit my day job to become a professional baker, and another decade before the opening of The Civic Kitchen. I'm struck by the influence of Nancy's hospitality and teaching style on my vision for our school. And I see threads of her flavor profiles woven through my collection of recipes, including this one. I'm unsure how much I've altered it over the years, but the strange-on-paper ingredient list surely originated with her. There is alchemy in the pairing of sweet/tart strawberries with the briny funk of blue cheese. Toasted sesame and poppy seeds add crunch and visual interest. In classic Nancy fashion, the pretty salad holds up well on a buffet table.
This recipe is one of the first I think of when strawberries come into season. For more strawberry-celebrating recipes, join Sasha Crehan on June 12th for our Fruit of the Month: Strawberry
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