If you wonder why it is exactly that I seem to consume an inordinate amount of sugar, butter, and in general why my diet consists of coffee, ice cream, and chocolate, above is the reason why.
Yes, seared scallops on a bed of celery root puree topped with microgreens dressed in a sherry vinagrette. Goat cheese croquettes with a shallot balsamic mixed green salad. Oh yea, and roasted zucchini risotto, just to round out the table. (Warm bread too, but whose keeping track?)
Why is it that I hardly ever cook real food? Why is it that I’ll pass up mediocre frozen lasagne, mixed vegetables from a bag? It’s because, for the past twenty years, my mom has been making dinners, like the one above, every single day. Yes, seared scallops are a casual, everyday, sort of thing. Just yesterday, we had Bacon Braised Pork Chops with Rosemary Scented Savoy Cabbage, fresh Summer Corn Pudding, Green Salad with Candied Almonds and an Orange Vinagrette– all homemade, even the squeezed juice, and plated, of course, with orange wedges around the platter– and rice. The night before was a rack of lamb, Garlic Parsley Green Beens, Scalloped Potato Gratin, and Lemon Ceasar Salad. (Homemade dressing, of course.) I decided to take pictures, just this once, to explain. You’ll be wondering why I don’t show you dinner everyday.
So yes, I’m spoiled, I’m a food snob. It’s why almost everybody elses’ savory meals, well, never really match up. Don’t get me wrong, I am eternally grateful whenever somebody feeds me. But it’s not like my mom’s cooking. And when I say it, I really mean it. Once again, I’ll fully admit that my appetite has been ruined forever. But it’s not my fault, I swear. If you had been eating food like this for two decades, you’d be a little picky too.
Recipe on the next page.