Mr. Hawthorne Cooks Dinner.

Mr. Hawthorne made dinner tonight.
And a mighty fine dinner it was.
Unfortunately, I get to clean up since he cooked.
When I cook, I get to clean up too.
His reasoning is something along these lines:
If he cooks, then the least I can do is clean up.
If I cook, then I should clean up my own mess.
It's certainly working for him, since he's sprawled out on the sofa watching
Red Hot Chili Peppers in Hi Def while I toil in the kitchen.

First, Mr. H. sliced his mahi mahi into 1/2" slices.
He rinsed them off, then dried them thoroughly.
If they're not dried, the batter won't stick.
He used McCormick's Beer Batter Seafood Batter Mix.



Be sure your oil is sufficiently hot.
350-375 degrees.
Fry in batches.
Too much fish in at once lowers the temperature of the oil and results in a soggy, oily mess.
On the last batch, Mr. Hawthorne poured in the rest of the leftover batter.
It makes yummy chips.

Three minutes and she's done.

Mr. H. cooked the green beans perfectly.

And here's our dinner.
Crispy, flavorful, beer-batter mahi mahi with tartar sauce, mustard emulsion, and my mango/habanero/pineapple salsa, the green beans, and a quick carrot dish I whipped up:
thinly sliced carrots, pineapple chunks, raisins, mayo, and sour cream.

This was a delicious meal.
Now I need to go finish cleaning up the kitchen.