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My execution meal

As a lover of almost all things edible, I'm always wrestling with the question: What would my last meal be if I had a date with the electric chair at midnight?  (What?!! You don't think about crazy stuff like that?)  I came close to the answer with my Mother's Day dinner last night: Seasoned trout on the grill, steamed artichokes with hollandaise sauce (thank God I wasn't getting my cholesterol checked this morning), arugula salad with baked goat cheese and walnuts, warm, whole grain bread with Pasolivo olive oil for dipping and a killer Chardonnay (can't remember the name but it got a 94 rating!) Dessert was strawberries in balsamic vinegar over shortcake with whipped cream.  A meal made even more delicious because all I had to prepare was the hollandaise (I don't trust those idiot kids with my signature sauce) and no dishes to wash. Kill me now....

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Diane said…
Looks Yummy! I'd love to try artichokes; I just have NO IDEA how to cook them...
BoomerGirl said…
Diane, I steam them. It's super-simple, as long as you have a big enough pot. Just cut off the stem (so they sit flat) and the tops (so you don't stick yourself on the tips of the leaves)and steam for about a half-hour or more, depending on their size.

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