I’ve been fighting off a nasty bug – including bronchitis – for a few days now. Oatmeal in the morning, clementines and chicken broth and antibiotics in the evening. Yum. I haven’t had much of an appetite or energy. I can be up for an hour or two, and then I have to lie down. Blech. Yes, I managed to sing a Mass on Epiphany, but… I paid dearly.
However, I ran out of broth, which was about the only thing that seemed edible. So, I was compelled out of my nosocomium in search of comestibles. To the grocer!
On the way in, in the sale case, there were some wild caught sole filets. They were immediately appealing, which is a good thing when you aren’t feeling well.
I got a couple lemons, and a Belgian endive – and lots of chicken broth – and went home.
The endive I halved lengthwise, dotted with butter, seasoned with lemon, salt and pepper and set to braise in my toaster oven. Braised Belgian endive is a material proof that God loves us.
Since the huge and hugely successful Supper For The Promotion of Clericalism™ last week for nine priests and a bishop,…
… but I digress … I had a few things left over, including half and half in which I set the sole to soak and lots of butter.
Meanwhile, I clarified some of that left over butter, dusted the filets and slid them into the frying pan.
You should always have some clarified butter on hand. Make some – use unsalted butter. Store it. It’s handy.
On to the fish. The last thing you want to do is over cook something so delicate. Resist every temptation to leave it in just one … more… moment.
Sole meunière in its infancy.
Just for kicks I added some capers to the butter after I extracted the fish. That makes it into Sole Grenoble, if memory serves.
My version of a Wisconsin Fish Fry at the Z Supper Club and Infirmary.
Fried fish and cooked cabbage.
No wine. No way! Not with the meds and the way I feel. This was pretty light on the stomach but more substantial and much more satisfying than chicken broth.
So, now to watch a little college hockey (Ite Rodentes!) and then… hopefully about 10 hours of sleep.
My team lost, but I am consoled with CURLING. Team USA battles Japan in my home state. This young curler is from Madison.
The action in Eveleth! It’s Curling Night In America!
As the evening progresses with the excitement of curling, I find that I am still a little hungry. I’ll take that as a good sign.
Also, I was that the US Curling championship will be held in Jacksonville, FL. That’s a little weird, but it would be fun to go to that, wouldn’t it! Isn’t there a strong TLM group going in Jacksonville?