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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Red Trout with Garlic, and a Personal Bit for those Interested

1/2 pound fillet of wild red trout
1 clove garlic
1 lemon
2 teaspoons kosher salt
Olive Oil

When it comes to high quality fish, simply prepared is the way to go. The japanese really have it right. Too much going on ruins the fresh quality of a proper fish preparation.

For this dish, pour a small amount of extra virgin olive oil in a glass baking pan--just enough to coat the face of the trout. Cut a few small grooves in the trout. Slice the garlic as thinly as possible and place the garlic in the grooves. Spread the 1 teaspoon of salt evenly over the surface of the trout. Slice the lemon into semi-circular sections, reserving the round ends for the finishing touches. Cover the trout with the lemon slices. Flip and place face down in the pan, on the oil (you may want to arrange the lemon slices in the pan and flip the fish onto them). Spread the remaining salt on the skin of the trout, and drizzle a little bit of oil on the skin as well. Broil under high heat, 5 inches from the flame or more, for 8 minutes if you want medium rare or 10 minutes if you want medium. Don't you dare go well done!

I served this on a plate of melted leeks cooked simply in olive oil, black pepper, and salt. And it was delicious.

The cooking was one thing that made me feel a ton better after the horrid feelings of yesterday. I also worked out pretty hard, great therapy for the world weary (though probably poor therapy for my back). Also, cleaned my (formerly abysmal) room, watched some bad poker playing by various celebrities, and watched Carnivale again, this time with roommate Ken. I realize, by the way, that I called the actress that plays "Libby" Carla Rossi, when really she's Carla Gallo. That's just the wine in my veins. The episode was just as great on second viewing.

The trick, probably, is to avoid idleness at all costs. Or is it to relax more and not over-exert myself on weekends? Oh, who knows. Might as well just see where this ride is taking me.