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Orange Roughy in cilantro-lime-ginger marinade. With sautéed spinach.
Ok, so here's the marinade:
about 1/4 bunch of fresh cilantro*
juice of one lime*
one or two garlic cloves*
about a 1/2 inch of fresh ginger*
about a tablespoon of olive oil*
Place all ingredients in a food processor and mince to your desired consistency. Add the olive oil and mince till incorporated. Marinade the fish** for 45 minutes or however long you like. Overnight would be good.
Either bake or sauté the fish. However you like and whatever is easiest for you.
Serve atop sautéed spinach. Or some rice pilaf. Or maybe some angel hair pasta. Whatever makes you happy.
Enjoy!
*Add as much or as little of these things as you like. It's your marinade, and you can make it how you like it.
**I used about 3/4 of a pound of orange roughy. If you need more for your growing family, you might want to double or triple the marinade recipe. Other white fish like tilapia or cod would probably work just as well, too.
I cannot possibly be the only person whose internal clock has been completely disrupted by Daylight Saving Time. Stupid government programs!
*grumble*
The scariest part of this story isn't the obvious theft. It's the realization that this person is a product of our public education system.
In other news: Where does belly-button lint come from? Mystery solved.
Driving home after work, noticing a rattle in the trunk. Or maybe near the tire? Louder at 20-30 mph. Huh.
Taking it easy the rest of the way. Just in case.
Finally arrive home, pulling into the driveway. Hop out and take a walk around.
Right rear tire. Completely and utterly flat.
Four brand new tires, three weeks old. And this one is the only one missing it's valve stem cap. Odd.
"Honey, I'm home. And we have a problem."
Handsome changes flat. No noticeable punctures in that nice, new tire.
In the lush light of sunrise, I walk to the bow of the sailing yacht to scan the Mediterranean. We're gliding through the expanse of water silently, a moving island alone in this world.
-Mary Heebner, Two by Sea, Islands Magazine
