We had salmon last night for dinner. It was good: rubbed with olive oil and Old Bay, then grilled, served with marinated grilled zucchini slices and homemade French fries spiced with Penzey's Chili 9000 and cayenne pepper. Porter chose a good wine to accompany the meal.
The other accompaniment was a little less haute cuisine. I've written before about the mp3 player in my head that grabs onto a theme and won't let go. This time it wasn't a tune, but something equally repetetive (and, after a while, annoying): The best fish, and the freshest fish, is Finney's fish, French-fried! Not an exact quote from Oh, Say Can You Say?, but there's no doubt of the source.
I love Dr. Seuss books, especially when reading to grandchildren. But as romantic dinner music, they could be improved upon.
I have "discovered" a wonderful way to cook salmon filets.
Saute some onions in butter in a good saute pan with a lid, then lay several shrimp (still in shell) on the onions. Slosh some white wine and quickly lay the salmon on top of the shrimp. Put on the lid and allow to steam until the salmon is just, just, just cooked through.
Yum.
I gotta say, empty-nest cooking is great!
Did I mention I'm coming for dinner? :)
Any time!
