Poll
Question:
Which dish should I run this weekend?
Option 1: Poached halibut in garlic scape gazpacho with sea beans
votes: 4
Option 2: Poached Faroese salmon in periwinkle buerre blanc with sea beans
votes: 3
So I got a big box of sea beans in and I'm torn between two dishes on how I want to use them this weekend. So, discriminating culinarians of PD, what say you?
I'm a fan of both Halibut and scapes, and while I like periwinkles, I personally tend to avoid burre blanc and fish. You probably have a way of cutting though the heaviness, though.
I am not qualified to vote.
I voted Halibut, because i like the sound halibut makes in my head when i read it.
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Halibut.
Faroese salmon. It's meant to taste as good as wild Atlantic salmon. And while a garlic scape gazpacho does sound appealing, I know quite a few people tend to be put off by anything with the word garlic in it. Because they are culinary cowards, but still.
Garlic is culinarily adventurous? You've been in the UK too long.
No. Well, I have, but that's besides the point. People wont eat garlic if they're out on a date, for example.
But if you both eat it, that cancels out...
...I'm beginning to realize why so many of my dates went so poorly.
Garlic scapes (the green shoots) are milder than the bulbs, but the owner decided for me and it's going to be the halibut.
Personally, I'm starting to lean towards option C: ECH throws a complete wobbler in front of a packed restaurant, says "fuck all this bullshit", puts ECHGF and the dogs in the SUV, and heads for Virginia Beach or somewhere further south.
Which is to say, this shit isn't worth the money and I'm starting to realize that I REALLY don't give two shits for the prestige or "big fish in a tiny pond"-level "celebrity". I very well might be the 3rd best chef in Maine (Masa Miyake is like a GOD and I've got a ways to go before I consider myself even with Dana Street - sorry Melissa Kelley fans, she's not even the best chef in Rockland), but I literally could not give less of a fuck. I think I've reached that point that all chefs reach where it's time to get a book deal, resign yourself to being a broken down husk of a man by 45 who is going to die early, or GTFO and don't look back.
And I don't see a book deal coming down the pipes anytime soon.
Hey, I found the Menu at ECH's place:
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:lulz:
Yeah, pretty fuckin' much. Though I've managed to so far resist all attempts to force me to use egregious amounts of truffles. And I will put my newfangled deviled eggs up against anyone's, at least until bottarga becomes the new truffles.
Bottarga.
Fucking A yeah, motherfucker goddamn bottarga.