I am not a summer person. It might be an unpopular opinion, but I sort of hate sweating. Though I’m always down to lay by the pool or drink a frozen margarita, it’s a rare occasion when you actually get to do those things in the city. When I initially moved to Chicago everyone told me how frigid the winters could be. No one bothered to tell me about the soul-sucking humidity that shows up around the end of May…
It took me a long time to be able to cook fish with stellar results. I’ve made more than my share of mediocre scallops and I’ve played the “is it done?” dance with salmon so many times that I might as well be dating it. Inspired by an episode of the Food Network that I watched from the treadmill at the gym (I can’t be the only one who does that?) I wanted to create something that I could prepare…