This last week has been a whirlwind of activity. It was my sweetie's birthday last weekend, and I made a delicious dinner of salmon, baked in foil in the oven. We also had roasted root vegetables tossed with balsamic vinegar, maple syrup and topped with feta cheese, a salad of mixed greens and arugala, and carrot cake for dessert.
Here's how you do it. Take your whole, gutted salmon. Rinse it under cold running water inside and out, then pat dry. Lay down a generous piece of tinfoil, and some sliced lemon. Put the fish on top. Stuff the inside of the salmon with fresh lemon slices and sliced onion. Put in some butter pats. Sprinkle salt and pepper inside the fish too. Then put more lemon slices on the top of the fish. Wrap it up in the foil, sealing it carefully so the juices don't escape when you flip the packet. Bake it in the oven at 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Allow 10 minutes per inch of thickness and an additional 10 minutes so the heat can penetrate the foil. Some recipes recommend calculating the cooking time based on 15 min per inch, and I think this would also work out fine. Turn the packet over halfway through the cooking. If in doubt about whether the fish is done, check it to ensure the thickest part of the fish flakes easily with a fork.
I'm going to chalk the lack of blogging this week up to the start of the new semester. I've been running to my new classes, stressing about group presentations etc. However, as part of my plan to beat the winter blahs, I've made it a point to get outside for a while each day. I had a lovely walk, during which I saw a flock of cranes.
The Olympics are coming and the cranes should, perhaps, have been the official mascot for the games.
Also, as a blah-fighting measure I picked up some lovely blooms from a new friend who's a florist. Today was too gloomy for a picture in natural light, but I'll try for one tomorrow.
I love these roses, and the freesia are just beginning to open. I love their scent. I can't wait to smell their fragrance. A work of warning to those unacquainted with the freesia- the white ones smell peppery. Perhaps it's the cost of hybridization?
No pictures of Koolhaas, but I will try and take some tomorrow if I can get my knit on like I want to!