If it’s Friday it must be fish night.
In case you think we are in a rut, I make fish on Friday because that’s the day I do the shopping.
I like fresh fish.
I also like to find ways to use the abundance of cherry tomatoes a single plant will produce.
This year I planted a variety called Black Cherry. They are a very deep red, somewhat bigger than the usual cherry tomato with a slightly thinner skin. We are both pleased.
Remember…. slightly pink salmon is fine. It’s doesn’t need to be over-cooked.
Grilled Salmon, Tomato Vinaigrette
Total time: 30 minutes
- 2 salmon fillets, 12oz (360gr) total weight
- 1 tsp lemon pepper salt
- 2 tsp olive oil
- 2 tbs tarragon wine vinegar
- 2 tbs salad olive oil
- 1 tbs Dijon-style mustard
- 1/4 cup quartered cherry tomatoes
- 1 tbs fresh snipped chives
- Put salmon in a grill basket or on mesh grill pan.
- Brush fish with the olive oil and sprinkle with lemon pepper salt.
- Grill for 5 – 7 minutes a side, depending on thickness.
- Remove from heat, sliding it off the skin if needed.
- Whisk vinegar, mustard and olive oil until thick.
- Add tomatoes, herbs and stir well.
- To serve: Put salmon on plates, spoon Tomato Vinaigrette on the side.
My poor girl dogs had a terrible fright the other morning.
We were just starting our morning walk when we heard a strange, loud whooshing noise.
In the morning we walk with leashes because there are so many bunnies everywhere, and the girls have so much energy and are so excited to be up and out that my voice commands are useless.
And I don’t want to wake the neighborhood screaming at them.
We were trying to enjoy our morning walk but the whooshing noise kept disturbing us. Well, it wasn’t disturbing me because I knew what it was, but the dogs were getting increasingly nervous.
This was the perpetrator:
Dogs usually aren’t really good with ‘up’. Even mon mari calling to ours from the balcony doesn’t always cause them to look up to see him.
This morning, however, Guapa looked up just as the balloon whooshed.
She saw it.
She took off like a shot, which, of course, prompted Bonnie to follow suit with me bringing up the rear with a death grip on the leashes.
Fortunately, rather than just running like crazy dogs, they determined that balloons do not attack inside fences. We raced across the field and and back inside our fence. Once the gate was closed they settled down and proceeded to ignore the balloon, as usual.
I think they were embarrassed….. They didn’t even bark at it when it went over the house.
Be warned: balloons are very scary.