- Date: Monday, June 30, 2008 -- 8pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: Matty's Apartment
- Fellow Chef: Matty
- Recipe Rating: A
This recipe was part of the all-seafood-all-the-time plan for the summer. This recipe was hands-down the best fish I have had from The Book so far. In concept it seemed a little strange: halibut oven-poached in a whole lot of extra virgin olive oil infused with lemon, capers, and parsley. The oven was set very low and the fish cooked for more than an hour. Despite my skepticism, it came out delicious! The fish was moist, flaky, and flavorful without being oily (shockingly enough!). The infused oil made an excellent sauce. It was lemony and very slightly briny, which was a perfect complement to the halibut. We started with a beautiful piece of halibut, and this recipe did wonders to it. It's also not quite as wasteful as it seems because although it calls for 2 cups of extra virgin olive oil (which is expensive!) the oil mysteriously does not take on a fishy flavor. So the lemony caper oil can be strained and used for a variety of cooking purposes (I used it to dress some peas, and it was lovely). Basically, this dish is awesome! Start with a really good piece of fish and you will not be disappointed.
Here is the recipe.
A friend of mine once said, in extolling the many physical and psychological benefits of running, "If someone told me that running cured baldness, I would believe it." I agree with her sentiment entirely.
I have been feeling a little out or sorts lately -- as if my equilibrium is off in some way. I'm not unhappy -- I just feel unlike myself. Yesterday evening when I went for a run I was tired and not totally in the mood for running. But I hit the trail anyway. After about a mile the sky got black and the wind picked up out of nowhere. It was gusting so hard that there was mist coming off the reservoir. I looked up at the sky and longed for rain. As I hit mile two I got my wish. There was some impressive thunder and lightening and it was clear this was going to be a real storm. I was a half a mile from my car, but I turned around and ran back into the woods, the long way around the water. Not long after, the sky opened up in a way that only seems to happen in the dog days of summer. It was pouring. I was soaked, and so happy. I ran two miles through the pouring-down rain, feeling fantastically free. It was great. That storm was just what I needed. I sometimes wish that I could bottle that feeling of running in the rain and have it for another day. Luckily summers in Boston are blessed with many downpours. If you are looking for me when the rain is coming down, I will be out at the reservoir, lacing up my running shoes.
(This afternoon, running around the reservoir (sadly, no rain), the path was closed where a huge tree had come down in yesterday's storm. I couldn't help but wonder when that had happened... Had I just run by?)