Cutting Board Cuisine

Cutting board cuisine is the only way to devour your fill of perfectly fresh, perfectly colorful, perfectly satisfying summer greens. Piles of all the produce that you couldn’t resist are simply chopped, slicked with oil, and flecked with salt. It’s how to eat your way through summer. 

Different types of fresh produce on a cutting board. : Nioloxs

This time of year, a strange little ritual takes place in my kitchen almost every evening. It goes something like this: I haul everything from my most recent greenmarket visit out of the fridge and dump it onto the counter. Then I stand there, contemplating the miscellany and considering what’s most likely to wilt in the next day or so. I cram the rest of my stash back into the fridge and then I stand there a little longer, hesitating, mulling over what exactly to fashion from the ingredients. Then I inevitably revert to my standard summer supper, which means rinsing the items, tossing them on the cutting board, giving them a rough chop, and, more nights than not, dousing them with an immodest glug of glistening olive oil and a smattering of coarse sea salt. No cookbook. No recipe. No stovetop. Nothing else save for a fork or, on exceptionally indelicate evenings, fingertips wiped on a flour sack towel.

It’s not exactly novel, this concept of cutting board cuisine, especially come summer and un-air-conditioned apartments. Humans have been eating raw vegetables in all manner of guises for quite some time. I know I’d been doing it long before I had this name for it, which I borrowed several years ago from a colleague. We’d brainstormed a glossy magazine feature dedicated to dinners that come together entirely on the cutting board, and our perception of this translated beautifully to the page as well as to the table, with lovely interludes comprising everyday ingredients.

People purchasing produce at Union Square market. : littleny

But I think I tend to take the notion somewhat more literally than many home cooks. I worship at the altar of the Union Square greenmarket. I’m flat out mesmerized by the crinkly, paper-thin rainbow Swiss chard leaves and their skinny stems as pliable and psychedelic as those bendy colored plastic drinking straws from my younger years. I’m smitten with chioggia beets, their tie-dyed halos, and their taste that’s far less earthy than you’d expect. And so on and so forth. The corn on the cob that almost approximates the sweet corn of my Iowa childhood. The tart Carolina cherry tomatoes in pale yellow. The luscious Sun Golds from the hippy biodynamic farm stand. The mache and baby tat soi and mizuna and other little leafy green things I can’t always identify from Windfall Farms. The nutty minutina and the delicate, vibrant, sweetly spicy nasturtiums from Two Guys from Woodbridge.

Carrots and tomatoes in baskets at a produce stand. : littleny

There’s no real agenda driving my supper strategy. I’m not a vegetarian. Or a vegan. Or a raw foodista. I just happen to like simple things done well. And it doesn’t get much simpler than the innate goodness of these ingredients. I initially intended this nonchalant approach to dinner as an occasional indulgence, reserved for weeknights after a market run when everything is go-weak-in-the-knees fresh and my schedule is go-weary-in-the-head crazy. Although somehow it’s become an almost nightly observance. I just lose myself in the colors and textures on the cutting board. Chioggias and chard. Microgreens and cilantro. Corn off the cob and cherry tomatoes with Thai basil and mint.

Swiss chard on a cutting board. : bhofack2

Some may construe this way of assembling supper as underwhelming, unsophisticated, even an act of quiet and misguided defiance against a culture that demands a dozen or more flavors of Doritos. I’m okay with that. To me, it’s a means of reveling in summer’s extravagance. It’s sort of how I consider makeup during warm weather. Why bother with anything beyond a little mascara and a smudge of lip stain over a tan? There’s a frank earthiness about both. A willing embrace of what is. So call me a simpleton.

Bunches of chioggia beets on a cutting board. : Wirestock

It’s not for long, this simple summer supper. Come late season, as I mourn the loss of these ingredients, the pile-it-on-the-cutting-board approach will be replaced by its not too distant kin, the cook-it-all-in-one-skillet technique, dubbed greenmarket hash by one of my girlfriends. A recipe for another day, perhaps.

Originally published August 04, 2010

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