Verona, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, has the honor of being the guinea pig everytime I get this delusion that I’m a culinary master and should start throwing things together all willy nilly.
She’s the perfect test subject because A) she’s really easy to please and B) if it really sucks she will be brutally honest. And when I say honest I mean screwed up faces, faux gagging, and refusing to even give it to the dog. Anyway, today we had some salmon in the fridge that needed to get used that I tried to crust with an assortment of things I found in the pantry. It wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever put on her plate, but I won’t be trying to recreate this recipe anytime soon.