That's why tonight I decided to make some grilled swordfish!
Jen wan't going to be home until quite late again so I had plenty of time to grill up the items for tonight's dinner which I did not intend to serve piping hot. But first I made another salad cleaning yet another type of grain out of our cupboard.
This time I used the leftover forbidden rice from the pantry to make this salad with last week's normal cucumber, some crushed coriander seed, lemon juice, lemon zest, olive oil, scallion, tomato, salt, and pepper. I put the whole marinated salad over some kale to serve.
Oh, and I made a separate cucumber-free version for me so that none of the cucumber nastiness touched my salad.
The next course came entirely from the grill. First I grilled some thinly sliced strips of squash which I'd marinated in lemon, olive oil, salt, pepper, and red pepper flakes. I also grilled some corn on the cob and tossed it all together with some additional lemon juice and chopped mint. I also grilled some ciabatta bread to serve along with the salad.
My original idea was to have this grilled summer squash be a bed for the swordfish. However, I decided that would just be a waste of some beautiful squash so I served the swordfish simply with some grilled corn, chopped tomato, butter, and basil. Swordfish is a favorite of neither of us but this swordfish was delicious. It almost makes me want to have it more often except for the fact that it's generally quite expensive.
Jen ended up coming home about two hours earlier than I'd expected (because I'm bad at remembering her schedule). This was fortunate because she had the great idea to have this sauvignon blanc with dinner. Left to my own devices I would have simply poured a beer, as I often do.
"Indaba" is the Zulu word for "a meeting of the minds," or a traditional gathering of tribal leaders for sharing ideas. If I'd read the label before dinner I would have invited the mayor over so we could discuss some important things going on in our community, like that guy who dresses up like a walking turd to disrupt city council meetings.
It was nice to be done dinner earlier than normal. Well, 9:30 PM. This left us plenty of time for a second glass of wine and a little Tour de France action.
And by action I mean slow moving discussion about sixteenth century French chateaus.
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