The deal went down like this: I got a call Friday afternoon, would I be around Sunday and if I were, would I like an abalone?
Sunday around 8 a Subaru Forester pulled up in front of the house. Knock at the door (in a polite effort to not disturb a going-to-bed kid), request for a plastic bag, reach in a cooler, perfect 8-inch specimen handed over on the street. Lots of deals go down on our street. We kept this one legal by not exchanging any cash.
Very Tall Cousin Sam came through yet again. The season ended yesterday, so no more giant sea snails until November, and by then he may be gainfully employed and less likely to rush up to Mendocino to procure elusive feast foods for me.
I was going to make a lemongrass abalone stir-fry, but I just wasn’t in the mood. So I pan-fried it, as usual, and made the mother of all po’ boys. More modest in scale than those I saw in New Orleans, yes, but fried seafood just works on a crusty white bun with mayo, lettuce, and tomato. It is a brilliant combination.
My dashing husband prefers abalone straight-up, with nothing to sully its delicate flavor. I find abalone so rich, I relished the other elements to cut it a bit. You see what a crazy, opposites-attract dynamic we have going on over here!
Speaking of relish… we busted open a jar of the sweet and just-a-bit spicy corn relish I made a few weeks ago. Yum…. Then we had corn cake for dessert. Yes, now that you mention it, that is a lot of corn.
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