Now, I'm not the biggest anchovie fan -- keep them off my pizza, in particular, but I appreciate them used in appropriate doses. My wife and sons, however, view all fish as slimy things from the deep (strangely, they have no problem with shellfood).
But in the last three days, I've managed to sneak anchovies into two dishes.
Sunday night, I wanted to cook 'fancy'. I had veal stock in the freezer, a black truffle in a jar, and a bottle of champagne -- risotto time. Along with that, I found a Mario Battali recipe for pork scallopine with a sauce of white wine, prosciutto, lemon zest, capers and anchovy. Substituting some chicken breasts since I'd just made pork chops a few days before, and it made a nice lighter
secondo with the risotto
primo. The sauce was less "sauce"-like than I'd like, more of wine-with-chopped-stuff-in-it, but it was delicious. They never even noticed the little fishy fiends, ha ha!
Tonight, I had a taste for a real Caesar salad. Skirt steak for the main, and a recipe from
Reluctant Gourmet. Now, I didn't fool them this time (bragging about wanting a 'real' Caesar salad), but they sure ate it all up. Nice way to use up leftovers: lemon juice from the naked lemons, minced capers and anchovies from the open containers (actually, I've frozen the remaining little fishies flat in a ziploc for future missions). And wonderful. Nothing like fresh croutons, a zippy emulsion, romaine, and a damn fine steak.
If I could only figure out a way to sneak a salmon steak onto the menu, I'd be fine.
What is patriotism, but the love of good things we ate in our childhood?
-- Lin Yutang