{"id":1604,"date":"2006-10-17T05:56:00","date_gmt":"2006-10-17T05:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2006\/10\/17\/special-game-fennel-salad"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:01","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:01","slug":"special-game-fennel-salad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2006\/10\/special-game-fennel-salad\/","title":{"rendered":"Special game, fennel salad"},"content":{"rendered":"
Every now and then, Brandon and I like to play a special game. It has no real name, but if I were to give it one, it might be called the \u201cYour Partner Has No Past\u201d game. It goes like this: whenever one of us mentions a previous boyfriend or girlfriend, the other feigns deafness, dumbness, or outright incomprehension. For example:<\/p>\n
Molly: \u201cOooh! I love this song! Turn it up! [Ex-boyfriend<\/em>] put it on a mix tape for me when we first met.\u201d<\/p>\n Brandon: \u201cWhat? Who did? You mean I <\/em>did? I did, right?\u201d<\/p>\n It\u2019s not so much that we dislike knowing about each other\u2019s previous significant others \u2014 because in fact, I take a sort of perverse interest in the topic. No, it\u2019s just that it\u2019s so fun<\/em> to pretend that your partner came out of the ether, fully and perfectly formed<\/strong>. You know \u2014 the way that Athena<\/a> sprung from Zeus\u2019s head<\/a>? It makes us both look terribly talented and precocious, like minor geniuses in the romance department. To wit:<\/p>\n Brandon: \u201cOh baby, you\u2019re such a good kisser. It\u2019s really amazing, since I was your first kiss and everything. Riiiiight<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n Molly: \u201cOf course! [Wink, wink<\/em>.] And you<\/em>, mon cheri, are so good at hugging! It\u2019s really amazing how good you are, especially since I\u2019m the first person you\u2019ve ever hugged. Riiiiight<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n As you can see, our game is really quite fun. You should try it \u2014 so long as both players are in on the plan, of course. Otherwise, it could get messy.<\/p>\n But all that said \u2014 sex, lies, and special games \u2014 I have to admit that I am actually quite grateful for Brandon\u2019s ex-girlfriends, and one of them in particular<\/strong>. Without Gillian\u2019s wise tutelage, he would be, he tells me, \u201ca terrible hippie.\u201d He would also douse all edibles with inedible \u2014 for most people \u2014 amounts of vinegar. And he might never have done any homework, or made it through college. Clearly, I owe the woman quite a lot. But more than anything else, I owe her \u2014 or, technically, her parents \u2014 a big one for teaching Brandon about shaved fennel salads.<\/p>\n Apparently, Gillian\u2019s parents once owned a CD-ROM of Julia Child\u2019s series Cooking with Master Chefs<\/em><\/a>. In one of the episodes, Alice Waters, Patron Saint of All Things Fresh, teaches Julia how to make a shaved fennel, mushroom, and Parmesan salad. Gillian\u2019s parents were quite taken with the idea, and it quickly became a regular in their repertoire. Brandon tasted it for the first time in their home, and now, one breakup and a few years later, it is a regular in ours. To Gillian\u2019s parents, I say: things may not have turned out as you imagined, but inadvertently, you sure did a good thing for me and my man. Thank you.<\/p>\n This salad is a wonderful cool-weather standby: crisp, fragrant, a little cheer for the jaw<\/strong>. Now that the soft, baby lettuces of summer are gone, it\u2019s time for fall\u2019s sweet fennel and earthy mushrooms. Shaved paper-thin and layered on a platter, drizzled with olive oil and fresh lemon juice, this is what salad looks like when it wears its winter whites<\/strong> \u2014 or, rather, pale greens and browns. Finished with curls of sweet, fruity Parmigiano Reggiano, it makes a lovely Sunday lunch for two, with a hunk of baguette, a pat of butter, and a piece of fruit for dessert. If you\u2019re anything like us, it might even inspire a special game \u2014 something involving forks, stealth, and the last bite of salad.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/p>\n