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Scallops for dinner

I should have taken a picture myself of the scallops I cooked for dinner tonight, but couldn't wait to eat them, so found this photo to illustrate how blessed we were at our meal. I bought one pound of colossal scallops for $9.99 a pound, which was six scallops total. I heated the double burner griddle, which was overkill, but because it was out and I hadn't put it away yet, that's what I cooked them on. After it was hot, I added some olive oil to heat it up on medium to medium high. In the meantime, I put garlic sea salt and black pepper on both sides of the scallops, which I had rinsed in water, then drained. I cooked them on each side for a few minutes until they were golden brown, and served them with a green salad and a pasta salad. Kelly is in Boston this week, so we enjoyed our fine dining in his absence. They were spectacular--tender and packed with flavor, not fishy or gritty at all, we all loved them! Try some soon!

Comments

Conni said…
Scallops...that's something I've never ventured to cook. Thanks for posting this, you've inspired me to try them. It sounds pretty easy. I love a good scallop!
~ Tina said…
oh... you're a good Mommy!
I've never made them, David is allergic to shellfish, so I miss out on lots of yummy stuff I could make at home for far less than in a restaurant!
Anonymous said…
I really don't like seafood but if I did your whole meal sounds delish! You're always such a gourmet cook, I'm so impressed.
Holly said…
Kelly, I really miss your cooking abilities! You always make the best stuff!
Anonymous said…
I LOVE scallops! Those sound wonderful!!

Danielle
Megs said…
Matt and I always see poeple using scallops on Top Chef, but have never cooked them. Way to be a "top chef" We just might have to try that recipe.

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