Fishy Friday

It's been quite some time since I've posted anything here, I have many excuses, none of them interesting.  I have been thinking about this blog a lot though and I just threw together a delicious wee fish dish for my Friday night dinner and as no one is here to share it with me I decided this is the time to get back in the metaphorical saddle!

This was so good, I decided halfway through eating to take a hasty photo.

This dish was done and dusted in less than 10 minutes.  I sauteed some leek and garlic until soft and then added a fairly generous amount of white wine and allowed it to reduce down.  I sat the fish fillets on top of the leek, seasoned well with salt and pepper and then squeezed over the juice of one whole lemon.  Cover, turn, stir etc then threw in some fennel from the garden.  Voila - simple, delicious... healthy?!  Actually, I forgot to mention the gorgeous knob of butter I popped on top!

Sunny, sunny days!

Fish with a Chilli and Basil Tomato Sauce

Whenever I am looking for something fast and simple that is packed with flavour I consult my Donna Hay, knowing that it will come to my rescue with great recipes and ideas.  I bought 'the instant cook' when it first came out around six years ago and of my many (many) books it would be one of the most frequently consulted.  One of the things I love about this book is that it gives multiple variations to the recipes.

Suburban Benevolence

I must admit that after several years of inner-city dwelling I was more than a little nervous about moving to the 'burbs, after all, I had spent many hours ranting about the strange people from god-knows-where who invaded the city every day via public transport.

I lived in an apartment building for over three years and didn't know anyone on my floor and only a few others in the building (met through work or mutual friends - certainly not from striking up a conversation in the elevator).  So the biggest shock suburbia had in store for me, was that people actually talk to each other!  If I'm in my front yard, busy tending the weeds and pulling out the plants (I don't know how you're supposed to tell the difference), people who are walking past, actually stop to say hello and chat about the weather!  This unusual and bizzarre behaviour stunned me initially however I am gradually becoming used to it and The HG is even playing the game by giving away excess veges from the garden to the neighbours... which has paid dividends!

We have a lovely elderly lady on one side of us and we came home recently to find a jar of fresh home-made Damson Plum jam in the letterbox.  Warm fuzzies all round - thanks Shirley!