I hope that you enjoyed the lovely fennel bulb yesterday, because it’s gone today. I didn’t buy it entirely on a whim: I wanted to test Ina Garten’s fennel and potato gratin recipe, thinking that I might possibly make it for my parents when they visit. They’re demanding an Autumnal meal when they’re here next weekend, and you know, I ought to oblige.
The sun is at such a steep angle these days that my kitchen almost never gets nice suffuse light, but instead these sunbeams that make for dramatic pictures. Here is the fennel–successfully butchered–sauteeing with some onions.
And the finished gratin. I didn’t use half as much cheese as she called for, and went with half-and-half instead of cream. It’s still awfully tasty, I must say, though I apparently don’t know as much as I thought I knew about butchering fennel. Some of the pieces of it are very tough, while others are very tender. It’s still tasty, and the whole house still smells lovely this morning.
In other news,
NaNoWriMo: The Agony Continues
