Friday 6 February
We're still not ready to go back to ground meat, so we defrosted a couple of swordfish steaks and rubbed them with olive oil, lemon juice, our own dried oregano, and salt. After a short marination, those went onto a hot grill pan.
In the meantime, Holt managed to get a bulb of fresh fennel away from Dora, who rates it as among her favorite vegetables (she really is a very strange cat). He cut the bulb in half and manipulated it on the Benriner, being careful to use his protective glove, as we wanted paper-thin fennel with no admixture of finger.
It was dressed with a few of its own fronds, salt, olive oil, juice from a squeezed tangerine, and a touch of white balsamic for zest, and left to get limp. Then it got piled on slices of red juicy beet we've had around since we roasted them a couple of Saturdays ago.
Such a refreshing combination of flavors, especially the Greek-style swordfish and the citrusy fennel salad.