66 Square Feet: Fennel and potato salad

Friday, April 3, 2009

Fennel and potato salad

1 fennel bulb, sliced thinly
4 medium potatoes, quartered and cooked in salted water
small bunch parsley, just leaves
1 lemon
EV olive oil
salt, sugar, pepper

Add hot potatoes to fennel in a bowl with parsley, dribble over some olive oil, sprinkle salt, some sugar, cracked black pepper. Squeeze over juice of lemon. Toss with two forks.

Eat.

6 comments:

Mary Coleman said...: drool!; April 3, 2009 1:48 PM
new york city garden said...: What's fennel bulb water?

Dribble too?

I'm going to make this tonight, special potatoes or just the ordinary?; April 3, 2009 5:28 PM
new york city garden said...: What's fennel bulb water?

Dribble too?

I'm going to make this tonight, special potatoes or just the ordinary?; April 3, 2009 5:28 PM
new york city garden said...: Twice for emphasis, undoubtedly!; April 3, 2009 5:29 PM
Marie said...: MC - see Frank's comment about dribbling

Frank: bugger - fennel bulb water is...just...wrong. Major typo. Make that plain old fennel bulb.

Dribble is...like drizzle except more drooly.

I used young yukon golds. Any potato is fine, as long as it is hot when you dribble/drizzle/drool the oil etc over!; April 3, 2009 5:54 PM
new york city garden said...: dribble, drizzle, drool the oil.

Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.

Thanks; April 3, 2009 8:22 PM

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