Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Fiery Fish Smack Down
Okay, so it's the day before Thanksgiving, and I should be telling you about our heritage turkey and the rather crazy,bumpy ride down a pitch black road on Tuckahoe Plantation my parents took last night to get said turkey. Instead I am compelled to tell you a tale that starts with my most awesome husband spending $17 on a beautiful piece of rock fish, and ends with me coughing, and furiously smacking a giant ball of fishy flame with a kitchen towel. One hour later, every window in the house open we are still trying to salvage our dinner. The moral of the story... do not trust any recipe that says you can place a butter laden, bread crumb covered fish under the broiler!