Avocado and Crab Pasta Salad with Grapefruit Tarragon Vinaigrette

Need a pescatarian main course? Avocado and Crab Pasta Salad with Grapefruit Tarragon Vinaigrette could be an amazing recipe to try. For $1.28 per serving, this recipe covers 14% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. One serving contains 299 calories, 13g of protein, and 11g of fat. This recipe serves 8. 76 people found this recipe to be yummy and satisfying. This recipe from Soup Addict requires agave, cucumbers, fresh tarragon leaves, and crab meat. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 25 minutes. All things considered, we decided this recipe deserves a spoonacular score of 93%. This score is outstanding. Try King Crab Salad with Grapefruit and Avocado, Avocado Grapefruit Salad with Balsamic Vinaigrette, and Shrimp and Avocado Salad with Grapefruit Vinaigrette for similar recipes.

Servings: 8

Preparation duration: 15 minutes

Cooking duration: 10 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 teaspoon agave

1 avocado, skin and pit removed, chopped

6 cherry tomatoes, diced (about 1/3 cup)

8 ounces crab meat (or imitation crab), sliced into chunks

1/4 cup diced cucumbers

1 tablespoon extra virgin olive oil

2 tablespoons fresh cilantro, chopped

2 tablespoons fresh tarragon leaves, chopped

2 ounces goat cheese, crumbled

1 tablespoon freshly squeezed grapefruit juice

1 tablespoon freshly squeezed lime juice

2 tablespoons olive oil

12 ounces pasta (a small shape will do well here; I used mini penne)

1 pinch salt

1 teaspoon white wine vinegar

Equipment:

whisk

bowl

mixing bowl

Cooking instruction summary:

Add all ingredients to a bowl and whisk until combined. Set asidePrepare the pasta according to package directions. Drain and rinse. Dump into a medium serving bowl and toss with olive oil, herbs, and salt.In a medium mixing bowl, add the crab meat, avocado, tomatoes, cucumbers, and a big pinch of salt. Drizzle in about half of the vinaigrette and toss gently to mix.Add the crab mixture to the pasta and toss gently. Drizzle the remaining dressing over the top, and sprinkle on the goat cheese.

 

Step by step:


1. Add all ingredients to a bowl and whisk until combined. Set aside

2. Prepare the pasta according to package directions.

3. Drain and rinse. Dump into a medium serving bowl and toss with olive oil, herbs, and salt.In a medium mixing bowl, add the crab meat, avocado, tomatoes, cucumbers, and a big pinch of salt.

4. Drizzle in about half of the vinaigrette and toss gently to mix.

5. Add the crab mixture to the pasta and toss gently.

6. Drizzle the remaining dressing over the top, and sprinkle on the goat cheese.


Nutrition Information:

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299k Calories
13g Protein
11g Total Fat
36g Carbs
33% Health Score
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Calories
299k
15%

Fat
11g
18%

  Saturated Fat
2g
15%

Carbohydrates
36g
12%

  Sugar
2g
3%

Cholesterol
15mg
5%

Sodium
274mg
12%

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Protein
13g
26%

Selenium
37µg
54%

Vitamin B12
2µg
43%

Manganese
0.59mg
30%

Copper
0.5mg
25%

Phosphorus
182mg
18%

Zinc
2mg
17%

Magnesium
52mg
13%

Fiber
3g
13%

Folate
47µg
12%

Vitamin B6
0.24mg
12%

Potassium
354mg
10%

Vitamin C
8mg
10%

Iron
1mg
9%

Vitamin E
1mg
9%

Vitamin K
9µg
9%

Vitamin B3
1mg
9%

Vitamin B2
0.12mg
7%

Vitamin B5
0.7mg
7%

Calcium
56mg
6%

Vitamin B1
0.08mg
5%

Vitamin A
231IU
5%

covered percent of daily need
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