Keith and Aya
Go, Make, Do
November 8, 2011
Found on a walk near Mum's cottage on Amherst Island.
Thick, floppy slices. The interior pure, soft and springy, like marshmallow but not spongy.
The thick, leathery rind peels off all in one piece.
Into the hot butter.
Golden, and filling the house with a deep, earthy aroma.
Just some salt and pepper. Wishing we had a cold Chardonnay or a cold-climate Pinot Noir.
Next round: smaller pieces to encourage more crispy golden edges.
We tried some with sautéed garlic, too. Absolutely delicious!
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