It must seem like all I ever do is eat. And read.
There's some truth to that, I suppose. Nevertheless, some of you are clamoring for more--so I'll add to everyone's procrastinatory reading pleasure....
Tonight we continued our newly-established tradition of Monday Night Salmon. Sort of like Monday Night Football, except that nobody (except the salmon) gets hurt. Once again, we cooked it in foil packets with our now-customary parsley, butter, and shallot mixture. The only difference was that tonight, Jenny was Fish Maestro. I had my hands full with a new endeavor--more work than our beloved spuds, but well worth the extra effort.
Mushroom risotto. I don't need to wax rhapsodic over this dish, which I know is in at least several of your repertoires, and Sophie, I imagine you are able to get much nicer ingredients from Paolo's trips home to Italy. So it's a bit ridiculous to gush about my rendition, except that it tasted SO GOOD. Simple stuff: veg bouillon cubes (a particularly nice variety--I'll have to look to see what brand they are to get them again), lots of butter, onion, dried porcini, regular crimini, arborio rice--and that's about it! Again--so simple, and so good. We didn't have any white wine to feck into it, but we decided that would only be, er, the icing on the cake? I stirred some nice parmesan into mine.
Oh, yes, and we had veg. Chard with shallots, which was a nice balance to the rich fish and risotto.
In the meantime, there's a flourless chocolate cake from Fresh Direct winking at us in the fridge, and The (White) Rapper Show just started. Life is good.
P. S. Jus Rhyme needs to STEP OFF!