Jessica
12-12-2000, 09:57 AM
So, I planned to make Baked Fish with Potatoes, Tomatoes and Samoriglio Sauce. I'd never cooked with fennel before, but after checking with this board, I felt pretty confident.
I went to the grocery store late Friday, after a family dinner out. The sign above a likely-looking clump of green-and-white read "Anise," and it resembled the picture online, so I grabbed it and continued on my way.
Fast forward to Saturday evening. My DH is puttering around and I am starting dinner. I slice the potatoes and then look at the cutting board. I thought I had five small potatoes but I only see four. Seems odd, but I must have miscounted.
Then, I move to the fennel. I take off the rubber band and find a small, hidden tag. I did not buy fennel. No, I bought kohlrabi.
The DH hears my moan from the kitchen and offers to go to the store (it is near-zero outside) and hunt down the fennel.
He bundles up and heads out, while I begin making the sauce and the salad dressing. I pull out the lettuce to wash it, and...it is brown and slimy.
Sooo...my husband arrives at the front door, takes one look at my face and says, "What do you need me to go back out and get?"
He leaves to fetch salad greens (it is clear why I married him), and I go back to the dinner. I pop the potatoes and fennel in the oven, and begin to clean up the counters. One drawer won't shut--turns out that is where the potato fell http://www.cookinglight.com/bbs/smile.gif
At 9 pm, we finally sit down to salad and fish. The upshot? I don't LIKE fennel. The dish was tasty but I would make it without fennel next time.
I went to the grocery store late Friday, after a family dinner out. The sign above a likely-looking clump of green-and-white read "Anise," and it resembled the picture online, so I grabbed it and continued on my way.
Fast forward to Saturday evening. My DH is puttering around and I am starting dinner. I slice the potatoes and then look at the cutting board. I thought I had five small potatoes but I only see four. Seems odd, but I must have miscounted.
Then, I move to the fennel. I take off the rubber band and find a small, hidden tag. I did not buy fennel. No, I bought kohlrabi.
The DH hears my moan from the kitchen and offers to go to the store (it is near-zero outside) and hunt down the fennel.
He bundles up and heads out, while I begin making the sauce and the salad dressing. I pull out the lettuce to wash it, and...it is brown and slimy.
Sooo...my husband arrives at the front door, takes one look at my face and says, "What do you need me to go back out and get?"
He leaves to fetch salad greens (it is clear why I married him), and I go back to the dinner. I pop the potatoes and fennel in the oven, and begin to clean up the counters. One drawer won't shut--turns out that is where the potato fell http://www.cookinglight.com/bbs/smile.gif
At 9 pm, we finally sit down to salad and fish. The upshot? I don't LIKE fennel. The dish was tasty but I would make it without fennel next time.