While rooting around my fridge recently, I came across a small bag that had lain forgotten. It was leftover from my dad's last visit, when I had unpacked his carry-ons. My mom had packed him some food for the plane. When I picked him up, dad said he wasn't hungry, that he had eaten some apples. What remained was an orange (Texas because my mom likes their sweetness.) and two small packets of sesame cookies. Notice that my mom had cut off the ends of the orange for him, and scored the sides for easy peeling?
I also had a lovely fennel bulb I picked up at the farmers' market - Alhambra.
Ever notice how the bulb part of the fennel looks like a heart? Not the symmetrical kind, but a human heart with aortas or valves or whatever the stems would be?
I love eating fennel raw with its licorice bite. This salad is wonderfully cleansing as the beginning of a meal, or to end one. If you have a mandolin, you can slice the fennel bulb much more thinly than I did. You can save the stems to cook since they lose their licorice bite that way. They taste like, and have the same crunch, as celery.
Orange and Fennel Salad
1 orange, peeled and sliced thinly
1 fennel bulb, sliced thinly
For the dressing, you'll need:
A few drizzles of olive oil
A few drizzles of vinegar
A few dashes of salt
A few dashes of freshly ground black pepper
Peel the orange and slice thinly, keeping it in a circle. Layer a salad plate with the orange. Remove dirty outer layers of fennel bulb and slice thinly. Layer in the middle of the salad.
In a separate bowl, mix a few drizzles of olive oil and vinegar and a few dashes of salt and black pepper. Drizzle over salad.
The arrangement of the oranges rather looks like a flower doesn't it?
Which brings me to a story that comes from lil' sis since I was no longer living at home. Growing up, my dad worked 7 days a week. He rarely took a day off work and only stayed home when he was very, very ill. One of those downsides of owning his own business. Once he was very sick but went to work anyway. Daddy would have to take frequent breaks by going out to the car to lay down and then returning back to work. He's learned to take it a little easier now as he's gotten older. So when lil' sis was in high school, she remembered a day when my dad stayed home. He cut some roses from the garden and placed them in a vase for my mom. Now, my dad is an avid fisherman and hunter, he doesn't really do flowers. Lil' sis later asked my mom about them, and she said they were the straggliest roses she'd ever seen.
My dad may not be the most romantic guy, but he's always been very sweet. My mom said she fell in love with him because of his gentleness.
Heck, he even suffers through the Women's Entertainment Network movies with my mom. Once we were watching "Somewhere in Time." You know, that cult classic where Christopher Reeve traveled back in time so he could fall in love with a young Jane Seymour. And then when he was jolted into the future, willed himself to death because he couldn't live without her. My dad watched almost the entire movie with a confused look on his face. Finally, near the end, my dad shouted out, "Oh! It's like "Back to the Future!""
He doesn't always get it, but we love him dearly for trying. That's why we're such daddy's girls.
Happy Father's Day!
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