Saturday, September 16, 2006

Salmon Wrapped in Prosciutto

No pictures. Just imaginate, man.

Take some salmon fillets and take all of their bones out. Feel them. Make hand love to them. Search their essence for bones. Remove them.

Dry this baby salmons, wrap the pieces in prosciutto, sprinkle with a mixture of finely chooped herbs (mint, oregano, basil, parsley, etc) and some pepper, squeeze some lemon on top and put in a very hot oven for roughly 10 mins until the prosciutto goes crispy.

Top this with some yoghurt (plain, seasoned slightly with salt and pepper).

Get drunk on champagne that is served with it, blog the recipe, and you're done.

3 comments:

mskp said...

i think i love you.

Jobe said...

You THINK?

You're messing with my emotions man. That's rough.

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