Simple Meal: Fish Tacos
Sam and I bring home fresh flounder, a small head of green cabbage, fresh salsa, a perfect avocado, red red tomatoes.
While he sautes the fish, I cut up the veggies on a bamboo cutting board. I like the way they look once I've cut them--little piles of color--the red of the tomato, deep green of the avocado, light green of the shaved cabbage, black of the olives, the whites of a few hearts of palm and of diced, sweet vidalia onions.
I mix a little mayo with the salsa, which sounds disturbing, but is actually the loveliest fish taco sauce. Sam has me squeeze a lime on the fish, since his hands are covered in fish juice. He inadvertently squeezes a paper towel full of fish juice onto the floor and there is some panic about our house smelling like that forever. He adds a bit of chili powder and sea salt. I heat the corn tortillas in a little pan, spraying pam first, and adding salt as it heats.
I fill my tacos so full I can't begin to close them, planning to eat what spills with a fork. We sit in the living room, since it's slightly cooler there, and we exclaim profusely about how good these taste. Or I do at least, though Sam is not unpleased. Fish tacos are a childhood meal for me; I have memories of waiting at a roadside taco stand with all six kids and both my parents, all of us eagerly waiting for our turn to have another.
Sam and I finish the meal with an ear of corn, so rich on its own that we add nothing to it.
Do tell: what simple meals have you enjoyed lately?
While he sautes the fish, I cut up the veggies on a bamboo cutting board. I like the way they look once I've cut them--little piles of color--the red of the tomato, deep green of the avocado, light green of the shaved cabbage, black of the olives, the whites of a few hearts of palm and of diced, sweet vidalia onions.
I mix a little mayo with the salsa, which sounds disturbing, but is actually the loveliest fish taco sauce. Sam has me squeeze a lime on the fish, since his hands are covered in fish juice. He inadvertently squeezes a paper towel full of fish juice onto the floor and there is some panic about our house smelling like that forever. He adds a bit of chili powder and sea salt. I heat the corn tortillas in a little pan, spraying pam first, and adding salt as it heats.
I fill my tacos so full I can't begin to close them, planning to eat what spills with a fork. We sit in the living room, since it's slightly cooler there, and we exclaim profusely about how good these taste. Or I do at least, though Sam is not unpleased. Fish tacos are a childhood meal for me; I have memories of waiting at a roadside taco stand with all six kids and both my parents, all of us eagerly waiting for our turn to have another.
Sam and I finish the meal with an ear of corn, so rich on its own that we add nothing to it.
Do tell: what simple meals have you enjoyed lately?
Comments
I want fish tacos.