On Sunday I walked over to the fish market to see what looked good, and came back with some beautiful squid, which Craig was kind enough to clean. Since I didn't want to go to the store I had to make something up with the ingredients on hand, and it came out pretty well. I sauteed fennel seed, garlic, capers, raisins and prosciutto, then quickly cooked off the squid in the same pan. I served them tossed with whole wheat linguine and good olive oil. If I'd had anchovy it would have deepened the flavor I think, and I also should have cut some parsley from the garden, but overall it was tasty. Next to the squid is the not-so-tasty result of an impulse purchase, a stuffed artichoke. A pain to prep and totally not worth the effort, especially when you forget you're working with Hollie Hobbie and you burn it.
A postscript: It has been brought to my attention that I may have outfoxed myself with this blog. My intention was to share my love of food and eating with anyone who was bored enough to type in the address, an electronic equivalent of jumping up and down saying "Look at me! Look at me eat!" Middle child. An unforseen consequence appears to be that some people may not want to cook for me, because I'm so FANCY. So NOT--I like everything except hamburgers, and I love love love to be cooked for. Park me in your kitchen with a glass of wine while you bust out the fish sticks and I'm happy. And NOT fancy--Exhibit: My usual weeknight dinner, tofu, brown rice, kidney beans, and a minimum of two flavors of Newman's Own salsa. Sometimes if I'm feeling frisky I throw in a fried egg. Cook for me. I'll bring the tartar sauce.
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