Pounds of abalone


Dear friend (and knitter and swim coach and dog pal and Bibby‘s mom) Suzanne, hunter/gatherer extraordinaire, served us flour/egg-dipped/breadcrumb fried abalone last night.

The three that provided this meal were caught last weekend, with her bare hands, while free-diving north of San Francisco. And still, there were leftovers after six of us attacked this deliciousness.

Flour tortillas, lemon, fresh spinach, heirloom tomatoes and guacamole (my contribution). I passed on the horseradish tartar sauce.

We barely had room for her cardamom and ginger truffles afterwards.

One Response to “Pounds of abalone”

  1. Eikon Says:

    Wow. Abalone doesn’t make it off the west coast I think. Up there on my list of odd things I’d like to try though I hadn’t realized they were quite that large.