Eastside Road, Healdsburg, December 12, 2008—
I DON'T REALLY KNOW what they are, some kind of flatfish, we've bought them for years at Monterey Fish, and since we drove through Berkeley today, and hadn't eaten fish for days, it seemed the reasonable thing to do. Usually I cook them in a sort of Venetian style, with sweated onions and raisins and maybe capers and so on, but tonight Lindsey reasonably pointed out we didn't have time, we'd just driven up from Los Angeles, let's just flour them and fry them. Delicious. Meyer lemon from our tree. Green salad, of course.
Need I say? Cheap Pinot grigio. We're home.
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