A little plate of seafood.
Higher than normal winter temperatures are not conducive to hearty hearth braises, roasted roots and the chocolate-like whiff that red wine & red meat seem to waft. So something a bit lighter, well marinated, fragrant, delicate and compatible with vinegar -which, I am pleased to drink by the spoonful or get fix through the venerable breakfast pickle sandwich. Pickled mackerel, blue prawns gently steamed in their shells, and barely poached-in-their-shells Chincoteague oysters. A couple of pickled mushrooms and pickled onions from last summer’s pickles. Some bits of lemon and a considerable drenching of the finest quality French olive oil. Some herbaceous crunch and verdant punch from the parsley. Mustard seeds dredged from the bottom that would make the Rice Krispies gnomes blush. Briny, floppy oysters; succulent, meaty mackerel; delicate, plump shrimp.
A re-imagined, betterized version will include octopus or squid, cured sturgeon and its caviar and grilled bread to sop up the oil slick* and fried squid tentacles for he essential crunch that I crave.
* I have proposed to environmentalists and oil industry cleaner-uppers that an efficient culinary method for transforming the oil into an easily scoopable product would be to drop a few million egg yolks and ride over the affected area with a multitude of outboard motors, whipping up the oil and egg mixture into a stiff mayonnaise. You’re welcome Neptune.