Sunday 20 January
Every so often, we like to pretend
that it's not winter. This game
generally involves fish, citrus, and greens, and proves that we're not
locavores, since the fish is Trader Joe's frozen, and the citrus is flown in
from the sunny south (wherever that is).
The fennel came from Findlay Market, however; it's unlikely to have been
grown here unless someone has a hydroponic garden in their basement, but at
least it benefits local merchants.
Today we slapped two thick swordfish
steaks on the grill, and since the fennel bulb was not the youngest, shaved it
thin and braised it in white wine and a drizzle of olive oil.
Holt sectioned a pink grapefruit
using this method with a short sharp knife, which is far easier and involves
less wastage than most. He saved whatever juice came out,
plus squeezing the resultant hull, and reduced it and a little lime ponzu (we still
want to find yuzu ponzu) in a saucier.
When it had thickened, we monté-d
au beurre, and poured it over the
rested swordfish, alongside the grapefruit sections, some pickled ginger, and buttery fennel.
Welcome to the sunny south.
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