Dear Bomster scallops:
I have tried and tried to do right by you. I’ve seared you and crusted you, chowdered you and grilled you, and I was beginning to think we just weren’t a good match. You don’t behave like those other scallops do. You’re different. Special. I’ve cooked a lot of scallops in my time, and I like to think I know what I’m doing, but I was starting to feel like you were just out of my league.
That fritto misto you were part of about a week ago gave me hope, though. You fried up beautifully with a light cloak of seasoned flour, finally revealing that soft interior everyone loves. But last night, we had a little one-on-one time – just you, me, and a warm olive oil bath – and it changed everything.
I hope it’s not too early to say this… but I think I’m falling for you. Let’s get together again soon.