10.17.2011

Fennel



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:

Ellen Zachos said...

lovely shot, lovely metaphor

cadyn speziale said...

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!

Curbstone Valley Farm said...

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!

Shari said...

I've never grown fennel before. I will certainly have to add that to my list for next year.

SeaBlush said...

Hi Zoe, thanks for stopping by and for your congrats! I love your mermaid hair reference--it is perfect.
Love the bunny too!