The other Sunday Matt and I ate at our friends' restaurant, AV, for late afternoon brunch-y bistro-y supper. On our vegetable plate was a little heap of divine roasted fennel, which reminded me that I planted fennel this year, and where do you suppose it is now?
I hadn't thinned it enough to make nice robust bulbs, but when I yanked it up, it was still tender and sweet, so I chopped the bottoms, tossed them with olive oil and salt, and roasted them. All that was left the next morning was the mermaid hair, wilting on the kitchen table.
5 comments:
lovely shot, lovely metaphor
I love fennel!!! You reminded me I forgot to harvest ours this year- sad. But the new fuzzy greeter at the top of your page-- joy!
Mmmm...now you have me thinking about roasted fennel, with radicchio and orange. My turkeys would make short work of your mermaid hair wilting on the counter. They mowed through quite a large pile of it yesterday, they love it!
I've never grown fennel before. I will certainly have to add that to my list for next year.
Hi Zoe, thanks for stopping by and for your congrats! I love your mermaid hair reference--it is perfect.
Love the bunny too!
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