‘Twas the days before Christmas, when all round the house, the white stuff fell to be dug by Himself;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a salad to make, and eight ingredients so dear,
With Ma as my helper, so lively and quick,
we baked up some ricotta a little kitchen trick.
More rapid than eagles our toppings they came,
And we whisked, and chopped, and called them by name;
“Now, Shallots! now, Pecans! now, Craisens and Ricotta!
On, Spinach! on Romaine! on, Sun-dried Tomatoes and Fried Pancetta!
To the top of the platter! a vinaigrette to it all!
Now toss away! toss away! toss away all!”
We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
Making Christmas brunch; and put the coffee to perk.
I made the Eggs Benedict, Ma the Hot Fruit Salad,
I promise to soon end this silly, little ballad.
Big Red Kitchen with see you all back in 2010!