When I lived in the U.S. I used to buy a tiny round pasta called
Acini di’Pepe or Frog’s Eyes.
I can’t get that here.
I few years ago I started hearing about Israeli couscous.
I was clueless. I started looking for large couscous and found pearl couscous….. Which looked exactly like
Acini di’Pepe… Which looked like Israeli couscous..
Last time we bought shrimp we got enough for two meals.
Mon mari, who hates all fish (or so he says) was willing to have shrimp twice in one week-end.
I, very willingly, agreed.
Our friend in Spain, who I introduced to risotto, always makes seafood risotto for us when we visit and always adds fennel to it.
Another modest success in my effort to be more creative with fish.
Fennel and tarragon are always a good pairing with salmon…
Wrap it all in phyllo and toss it in the oven – easy as well as delicious.
mon mari was pleased…
Salmon en Croute, with Carrots and Fennel
Total time: 30 minutes
Grilling season is over.
Daylight saving time is over
Fuel is being delivered tomorrow.
We have a fire in the fireplace.
The mice have all moved in….
Summer is over.
To celebrate I made
mon mari’s favorite: Fish!
Okay, he hates fish…. but he loves anything stir-fried so it was a compromise.
Red-Cooked Cod with Fennel, Carrots
I don’t use fennel as often as I should.
There’s no particular reason; it’s just one of those vegetables that I’ve never gotten in the habit of using.
Our friend in Spain is never without some in the fridge.
I regularly walk past it, not seeing it.
I’m attempting to change that.
Sausage, Pepper and Fennel Risotto Total time: 30
There’s a big holiday coming up in the US – the ultimate summer picnic / party day.
The 4th of July is Wednesday, aka: Independence Day.
We have a similar one here – 14 juillet, aka: Bastille Day.
The two holidays have many things in common, not the least of which is big picnics, large family gatherings, fireworks and lots …
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I will never forget the look on my son's face. We were in a lovely restaurant in Genoa, Italy. After he was through perusing the menu and had carefully given his order, the waiter looked him up and down and said "No!"
He's a big guy (6'4"); not used to being told "No!"
Fortunately I had …