So, my second week at my new job is in the books. More so than that… my second week of forcibly becoming an ‘early’ riser is in the books. Apparently my new calling is 6am: NOT. But hey, gotta do what you gotta do. Pay dem bills right? So all this early rising has taken my former 11am weekend waking up habits spiraling down the drain and into the abyss, never to be seen again. Crawling into bed last night, I can tell you one thing, the last thing on my mind was definitely NOT waking up at 8am this morning, but that’s what happened! Guess my internal clock is already working on resetting itself. On the other hand, being up bright and early, allowed me to knock out breakfast, go to the bank, sign a new lease (yay!), and get in a great workout at the gym,…and back home by 12:30. Not the worst morning I’ve ever had.
Upon arrival at home, I was famished; I decided it was ‘spoil me’ Saturday for lunch. Wishing I was in Omaha this beautiful fall morning to be able to call up any one of my favorite people and do lunch wasn’t exactly an option, so I broke out some catfish and decided that since I just got back from the gym…frying it how ever delicious it would be, was a no-no. I had some spare cornflakes already pulverized so away I went.
Soaked the catfish in milk, salt, and egg. Then threw them in a bag with crushed cornflakes, red pepper flakes, and parsley: then threw them in the oven (on parchment paper of course!) at 375.
So…I feel like there are certain food rules…and I broke two big ones today. Usually you serve fish with a veggie or rice… well for whatever reason, when I make it…I’m always out of those little necessities. What’s the obvious substitute you say? Pasta of course! But, BROKEN RULE #1. don’t serve breaded fish with pasta. What else was I supposed to do. They both sounded good…not good mixed together…but good together. I’ll just have to find a big plate so they don’t touch 🙂
As the fish is finishing up in the oven, I have water a-boiling and ready to go…I didn’t want to do a ‘sauce’ because that would really be awkward with fish, so I decided that a fresh oil and stock base one would work well. Pasta, salt, pepper, olive oil, crushed red pepper, basil, and just a little touch of cream.
It’s all good right, well here’s where BROKEN RULE #2 occurs. Lemon. You’re not supposed to combine citrus and creams- at least to a significant extent. My problem is I love citrus in my pasta…so I couldn’t help by douse it in lemon. I loved it…but felt guilty about committing this food fopaux.It works as long as you taste it as you go not adding too much. Make sure that the contents on the stove are not super hot, because if they are when you add in your lime or lemon: it will curdle. No one wants curdled noodles ! 🙂
Baked Catfish=check, yumPasta=Check. Definitely and upscale lunch for no reason, but hey why not right? Only thing missing was a mimosa or tall glass of white wine! Still need to work on the fish: Breading was great, but for some reason I really only like catfish if its fried. I don’t know if I’m just not a catfish expert, or maybe if fried is the only way to go! Who knows… regardless. Broken Rule Saturday lunch was not disappointing.
I’m heading out to the ‘boonies’ this evening for a lil’ family celebration so maybe I’ll have an updated stories again tomorrow. My dad’s 56th birthday and my parents 33rd Wedding Anniversary have all happened within the past five days, so we’re lighting the fire pit and probably going to try to find some food to burn…and cake to eat 🙂 More soon friends~