Fast Food

What do you do when it's dinner time and you've been reading Stieg Larsson's second book all day and can hardly put it down for long enough to eat, much less make dinner?

Here's what you do - you make fast food.

Assuming that you have all these ingredients in the house, which I did by happenstance, you first sauté some mushrooms and garlic in a wide pan, add some stale sourdough bread cut into cubes until they crisp nicely, sprinkle in some fresh thyme leaves straight from the garden (they make little snapping noises as they heat), drop in some cubes of lamb to brown quickly in the same pan, squeeze in the juice of half a lemon to lighten it a bit, add a handful or two of cherry tomatoes at the end just to heat them through, and serve the whole thing topped with romaine lettuce that has been tossed in balsamic vinaigrette.

Sort of bread salad with lamb. It was good but both My Beloved and I agreed that it could have been improved with a handful of goat cheese crumbles or a dressing more like Caesar. It needed a little tang. In any case, it was filling and it was fast, so I could get back to finding out what was happening to Solander and Blomkvist.