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| Rob Turney |
| 702-336-8595 |
| POETS CORNER |
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Oven Roasted Quail with
Bing Cherries and Fennel
serves 6
6 Wolfe Quail*, semi-boneless
24 Bing Cherries, pitted
6 Fennel Slices, 1/2" thick
18 Cipollini Onions**
3 T. Balsamic Vinegar
1 c. Chicken Stock
1 T. Fresh Sage, chopped
1/2 tsp. Fennel Seed
1 tsp. Nutmeg, ground
1 T. Butter, melted
Salt & Pepper
Preheat the oven to 375°F. Season the quail with salt and pepper,
place a cherry in the cavity of each quail, and fold the legs of the
quail one over the other, tucking them in close to the breast. In a
ceramic baking dish, lay the fennel slices flat on the bottom and
season with salt and pepper. Arrange the quail on top of each
fennel slice. Place the rest of the cherries and onions around the
quail in the ceramic dish.
In a small sauce pan over high heat, reduce the balsamic vinegar
until almost dry. Add the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Season
the broth with sage, fennel seeds, and a pinch of salt and pour in
the baking dish. Sprinkle the top of the quail with nutmeg and bake
for 20 minutes.
When the quail is done baking, remove from the oven and turn on
the broiler. Brush the tops of the quail with butter. Place under the
broiler and crisp the skin. Strain the broth from the quail and place
in a sauce pan and reduce by half.
To serve, place a piece of fennel on each plate, split each quail in
half and place it on the fennel, garnish with cherries and onions,
and dress with the reduced sauce. Enjoy with a salad of your
favorite greens.
*Brent Wolfe of Wolfe Quail raises the largest and possibly the best
quail in the U.S., and we are fortunate to have him as an alumnus of
the winery's American Harvest Workshop. His quail are found in the
Bay Area's best restaurants. We would encourage you to buy the
largest semi-boneless quail from your local meat market, and
support your local producers.
** Substitute pearl onions if cipollini onions are unavailable.
Enjoy with a Glass of Cakebread Cellars Pinot Noir
Carneros Napa Valley.
Bing Cherries and Fennel
serves 6
6 Wolfe Quail*, semi-boneless
24 Bing Cherries, pitted
6 Fennel Slices, 1/2" thick
18 Cipollini Onions**
3 T. Balsamic Vinegar
1 c. Chicken Stock
1 T. Fresh Sage, chopped
1/2 tsp. Fennel Seed
1 tsp. Nutmeg, ground
1 T. Butter, melted
Salt & Pepper
Preheat the oven to 375°F. Season the quail with salt and pepper,
place a cherry in the cavity of each quail, and fold the legs of the
quail one over the other, tucking them in close to the breast. In a
ceramic baking dish, lay the fennel slices flat on the bottom and
season with salt and pepper. Arrange the quail on top of each
fennel slice. Place the rest of the cherries and onions around the
quail in the ceramic dish.
In a small sauce pan over high heat, reduce the balsamic vinegar
until almost dry. Add the chicken stock and bring to a boil. Season
the broth with sage, fennel seeds, and a pinch of salt and pour in
the baking dish. Sprinkle the top of the quail with nutmeg and bake
for 20 minutes.
When the quail is done baking, remove from the oven and turn on
the broiler. Brush the tops of the quail with butter. Place under the
broiler and crisp the skin. Strain the broth from the quail and place
in a sauce pan and reduce by half.
To serve, place a piece of fennel on each plate, split each quail in
half and place it on the fennel, garnish with cherries and onions,
and dress with the reduced sauce. Enjoy with a salad of your
favorite greens.
*Brent Wolfe of Wolfe Quail raises the largest and possibly the best
quail in the U.S., and we are fortunate to have him as an alumnus of
the winery's American Harvest Workshop. His quail are found in the
Bay Area's best restaurants. We would encourage you to buy the
largest semi-boneless quail from your local meat market, and
support your local producers.
** Substitute pearl onions if cipollini onions are unavailable.
Enjoy with a Glass of Cakebread Cellars Pinot Noir
Carneros Napa Valley.
| Our recipe of the month comes from the collection of Cakebread Cellars |
| THAT'S HOW THE FIGHT STARTED : One year, a husband decided to buy his mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift. The next year, he didn't buy her a gift. When she asked him why, he replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!" And that's how the fight started... ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror and she is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.' And that's how the fight started... ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 200 in about 3 seconds. I bought her a scale. And that's how the fight started... ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* ********* My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to have sex?' 'No,' she answered. I then said, 'Is that your final answer?' She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying 'Yes.' So I said, 'Then I'd like to phone a friend.' And that's when the fight started... ************ ********* ********* ********* ****************** ********* My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. My wife asked, o you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She' s my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' says my wife. 'Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And that's when the fight started... ************* ********** ********** ************* ********** ********** After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet a t home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me,' and she processed my Social Security application. When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten Disability, too' And that's how the fight got started... ************ ********* ********* ********* ********* Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible. 'My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?' And that's how the fight got started... |
| Giggles, Goofs, and Great Gabs |
| The Path A man and woman walked a path that wound by lake and wood, The path they traveled was bad at times, at others unimaginably good. When the sky drew dark and the forest dense they clung tightly not letting go, But when once again the sun smiled down a distance would slowly grow. The pair would gaze in wonderment at the beauty off their trail, But always they continued forward, together onward without fail. Without their notice, the path diverged and their trail became two, so caught up in their own sweet thoughts miles passed before they knew. The darkness started closing in and they turned to find their friend Neither knowing what strange act had made their constant, closeness end. The gloom closed in, the darkness fell and the light faded fast from view. They reached out blindly for each other’s grasp for that safety they once knew Night’s bony hand returned their touch and they started to despair. ‘Twas then they realized how strongly, for the other each had come to care. They lamented how they only held the other in times of darkness and of need. Agonizing loss welled up, they looked skyward and began to plead, “Another chance to hold each other, another chance to walk one trail, another chance to feel that warm embrace, this time they wouldn’t fail. An icy blast through rustling leaves the only answer they would receive. Realizing far too late that by their ego’s they’d been deceived. The strength they knew only hours before was ebbing fast away, Its’ un-noticed source disappeared from sight earlier that day. Lonely paths stretching out before them, alone they wander on, Though the road now has more darkness, new days will always dawn. Pathways will sometimes separate and sometimes they’ll wander back, winding, twisting, and returning somehow to that original virgin track. Allowing two lost travelers the chance again for one more start, The chance to travel ever onward, one goal, one soul, one heart. |
