![]() Cook the butter until it has melted and turned golden. Place the pan back on the heat, and add the butter. Pour off the oil in the skillet and wipe clean with a paper towel. Dredge through flour.Ĭook in the oil for two minutes, the flip and cook the other side a minute more. Season fish on both sides with salt and pepper. In a large skillet, heat oil over high heat. Place the flour in a wide dish, such as a pie plate. Terribly exposed, save for a shroud of parsley. I said back to the fish as I raised my fork.Īnd lemon slices but with compassion and sorrowĪnd the barrel vault of its delicate bones Next to some boiled potatoes in Pittsburgh – The poem and the recipe both come from Eat, Memory, a book of culinary essays from the New York Times, assembled and edited by Amanda Hesser.Īnd surrounded by these dreadful murals of Sicily. I am having a hard time mustering a kind word or the slightest enthusiasm for anything, so I’m phoning it in tonight, and leaving you with a poem and a recipe for Sole Meunière, a wonderful thing and a meal I could probably eat if someone else would make it for me. ![]() I am not exaggerating, I don’t care what Nick says. ![]() I haven’t eaten a satisfying meal in what feels like forever, and nobody is interested in indulging me as I whine about it. ![]() It’s been five days since I had my wisdom teeth out and my mouth still throbs with a dull, insistent ache. ![]()
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