There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of dover
Just you wait and see
There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after
When the world is free
Vera Lynn sang those words in 1942 as the bombs were falling on Britain. Interesting choice of lyrics, since there are no bluebirds in Europe. Poetic license or alternative facts? You be the judge.
Tonight’s dinner was brought to you by the waters under those white cliffs… Or, more accurately, from the waters off the west coast of the USofA. It seems that most Dover Sole sold in the US is actually Pacific Sole. Who knew? At least it was wild-caught.
But regardless of where it came from, it was rather tasty. I did a really simple flour/egg/flour/egg dredge and dip and then a saute in butter. It only took a couple of minutes.
After the fish came out, into the pan went some minced leeks. Then a splash of white wine – along with lemon juice and lemon zest, capers, parsley, and another pat of butter – because, well… butter. It was a bit of a mashup between a meunière and a picatta. About as simple and basic as one could get.
Rice and asparagus. As I said… simplicity.
And speaking of simplicity, here’s Vera Lynn singing the White Cliffs of Dover in simpler times when the whole world was at war.
And on a somewhat different note, earlier today, our new Mr. President said “We have to start winning wars, again…” As a person who has – unlike Mr President – gone to war, this is what I have to say to that:
Instead of winning more wars, we really need to stop starting them in the first place. #RESIST