…and there there’s fennel. It’s clear I’m obsessed with this vegetable, and as disappointed as I’ve been with my fruit guy, Leopoldo, the last few times I’ve bought it, I decided it was time to try again. But the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. Some people call this empirical science, but no, it’s insanity.
So, I chose to go with my second fruit guy and hope his fennel was different…and that I was not crazy. That’s important.
I got the same deal on 3 fennel bulbs (for $5) at Tania Fruits – my new fruit guy. I’d been advised by someone which much more kitchen experience than myself to blanch the fennel before roasting them, but that only seemed to make it roast a little faster. It didn’t make it any less watery. At least it didn’t char as much, but it all kind of melted to fennel mush. Apparently the blanching also keeps it from discolouring, but it was just me eating it, so what did I care about colour?
I did everything else the same: coated the blanched fennel in oil from my pickled Indian jalapenos (amazing! salt, oil, heat) and roasted at 400-ish for 15 minutes, turned the fennel, and roasted another few minutes until they were tender. The elusive “tender-crisp” never appeared. Now I’m blaming my baking sheets. I’ve tried different sheets and casserole dishes and still nothing is working. I sprinkled the fennel with lemon once it had roasted, and that was lovely, at least, but it was basically chewy soup.
Alas, fennel and I are still working things out. Much like my fruit men. Except they don’t know about my tests. I swear I don’t usually play games, but choosing the right fruit guy is important in my life.
One more test to go before I stop being such a floozy: Dates, ironically.
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