About the trout:
when I unwrapped it, I was astounded by how much there was. I asked Linda how
much she bought, and she said she told the fishmonger two filets. What she got
was two trout, fileted. One trout was plenty for us to split. Christian got the
other one. I had found a recipe called fireplace trout that called for cooking
the fish in an iron skillet in your fireplace. Showy, but the magnetic skillet
on the hot plate turned out just as succulent a product. Salt, pepper, a bit of
flour so they didn’t stick, and sauté in a combination of butter and olive oil.
Cooked just barely underdone—delicious.
The squash: I found
one of those recipes that said it was absolutely the best you’d ever eat. I
believed it, but for two I had to cut in down (Jordan and Christian won’t eat
squash, though I may teach them better). I thought it would involve complicated
steps but when I actually got to it, it wasn’t bad at al. Sauté the squash and
some onion; mix together grated cheddar, egg, mayonnaise, sour cream, salt. Stir the
squash into the creamy ingredients, and top with buttered cracker crumbs. Baked
nicely in my toaster oven. I used two squash and have one small casserole left
for tomorrow.
The broccoli:
Linda loved it, but I didn’t, and it was my own fault. The recipe was quite
clear about using butter, garlic, and a bit of anchovy, but Jordan pointed out
she still had the anchovy/caper butter I’d made for salmon the other night. Why
didn’t I just use that? I did, and for me, the flavors were too strong. Takes a
lot to say that. Now I need to go back and try the recipe the right way.
Linda and I
collaborated on cooking, though she, poor dear, ended up washing a lot of
dishes. It’s not easy for two people to cook in a tiny kitchen, and I fear I
rolled my chair over her toes more than once. But we had fun, and as she
pointed out, cleanup in a tiny kitchen is pretty easy.
We sat on the
patio tonight briefly. Lovely evening, but large, splattering raindrops drove
us inside—and then came to nothing.
I had anticipated
a busy day, but it was only sort of. The groomer came for Sophie about 8:30
this morning. Sophie thinks being groomed is a great adventure and loves it.
Then Teddy came to walk with me around eleven—as always, he boosted my
confidence immensely. I did what for me was a marathon—down the driveway to the
sidewalk, including the incline, over to the stairs, up to the porch, down the
side steps and back to the cottage. I was tired, and my back hurt, but neither
was unbearable. And I was pretty proud.
Really a good day.
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