Quick and Silver FishWe have a bulb of fennel as part of our weekly haul of green. I am at somewhat of a loss for it, but not because I do not know what I want to do with the thing. My first and strongest notion was to have it done with a fine dice, and then fold it into good canned tuna with a little mustard and mayonnaise and smashed capers.
The lonely pair of tuna cans in the pantry were purchased a bit before the danger of such stuff was ratcheted up. There is metal in that meat, they tell me, a bad metal that I would do well not to ingest. In small amount I should be fine, they say, but I find myself reluctant, and I would feel a little stupid to eat it. I would feel a little stupid to throw it out.
Regardless of that problem: I have made myself hungry for the trying of it. I can only blame myself.
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