Friends chartered a boat yesterday, and the Mahi were biting.
Whipped up a little ceviche
Looks absolutely delicious, and I love how the images offer their own step-by-step instruction of how to prepare the dish.
My own meal was more mundane, a fusion of the most heretical sort, should one seek to be guided by notions of purity of the palate.
Earlier today, - not least when I spotted new potatoes in a store - I realised that it has been months since I last dined on potatoes (apart from ordered in chips - fries, to Our Transatlantic Cousins).
Classic boiled potatoes - boiled in the stock which played host to yesterday's pasta - and adorned with sea salt, black pepper, and lashings of butter - seemed a good idea.
While, initially, I had planned to serve that with (organic, free range) eggs, fried eggs, sautéed eggs, inspection of the vegetable rack yielded promise.
Thus, I sautéed diced carrot, celery, leeks, and tomato, seasoned with sea salt and black pepper, to which was also added the best part of a head (or bulb) of garlic, roughly eight or nine fat cloves of garlic chopped and sliced.
When that was ready, I added a little mirin, oyster sauce, (roughly a tablespoon of each), some kecap manis (again, a tablespoon), and around a teaspoon of sambal oelek to the vegetables, and stirred it through.
Despite the culinary culture clash - and, these days, as I am dining tout seul, culinary consistency matters not - it was rather tasty.
