Cioppino, Redux

One day of our trip was reserved exclusively for lolling about the house, enjoying the riverfront access, and tending to a pot of cioppino.


As you can see, the results were well worth it.

J did most of the work, lovingly cooking down a halibut bone stock and creating a second pot full of herby tomato sauce. We then divided up over a dozen kinds of seafood. Some were fresh bought from the day before, others frozen and brought up from San Francisco.

Each bowl was topped with a seared scallop. Somehow the fishmonger miscounted, so my one sister who doesn't like scallops volunteered to go without. Never fear, there were mini scallops in the soup as well.

Everything was washed down with fresh sweet grilled corn, a glass of pinot noir, and some oversized herbed croutons. We pretty much just rolled ourselves in front of the television and sat around in a stupor after this.