Slammin’ Salmon

Fixed the salmon, sort of. I used this recipe from allrecipes.com as a sort of guide. Very, very loosely, as a guide. Cuz I ended up packing the salmon in inches of brown sugar, then finding I had no bourbon, poured a good tumblerful of this wonderful Trappist ale all over it, let the booze soak in for thirty minutes, then broiled the whole shebang.

Which made for an unpalatable, overly sweet salmon.

Seriously, my teeth ached with each bite.

So today, I sauteed some onions and squash, a healthy dose of salt, cumin, cinnamon, and garlic powder, and mixed it all into the sauce. Reduced the sauce, and at the very end soaked in some lemon slices. The lemon slices really did the most to cut the sweetness, but due to all the spices, I got something very closely resembling a cross between Afghan cuisine and Ethiopian. I love the effect of the cinnamin and cumin. But honestly, it was still a bit too much sauce and bit too much sugar. Which is why I’m now boiling some potatoes to pan-fry.

I’m hoping that a bed of red potatoes will be the final step in cutting the awful sugary sweetness of this dish. Wish me luck!

In other news, I was filling out my swapbot profile, for which I made all these playlists that apparently aren’t allowed. So I’m going to try to post them here. Urgh. Formatting.

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Lowkey in the City

Well, more like the suburbs. Got picked up by Iris and went to Bethesda to hang out with Shane. He needed a helmet for his bicycle, so we wandered behind the Giant to find some cute little stores, amongst them Griffin Cycles.

As part of our tour, I finally went into the Montgomery Women’s Co-op building off Wisconsin. I’ve only been passing by that place my entire life. It was a nicely packed, smaller version of Eastern Market.  The wares on display outdoors were magnificent. I was sorely tempted by a great deal of jewelry and haberdashery but managed to heroically refrain by dint of having brought no spending money.  It worked out quite nicely.

Afterwards, we had a light lunch at his place of caprese (with tomatoes we picked up at the farmer’s market), steak, and brussel sprouts. The two also endeavored to explain to me why it was alright to chomp into a tomato as though it were an apple but the same could not be said for onions, beets, or garlic cloves. It took way too long to get through my befuddled head, but the more experienced vegetable consumers prevailed in the end.

Shane shoo-ed us out eventually so he could go meet some kids at Great Falls, and I rode the 46 bus back to Rockville from the NIH stop. I stopped by the library to pick up some books, and as a nod to my truly, desolately unfulfilled Reading Challenge, I’ve picked up a book that could potentially be considered for the position of first book to fulfill the Europe challenge. It’s “The Russian Dreambook of Color + Flight” by Gina Ochsner.  A novel set in Russia, by an Oregon author.

I’ve been doing my best to find books written by authors of the same continents in which they are set. And I’m very aware that this challenge is the perfect opportunity to remedy the hysterically inappropriate gaps in my literary education. But, for some reason, I’ve fixated on the idea of introducing myself to modern fiction (most particularly international scifi and fantasy). I took down a couple of author’s names while in Italy, so we’ll see if that search comes to fruition anytime soon.

Oh, man. What I wouldn’t give for a trip back to Daedelus books over in Belvedere Square. I’m missing their insane prices something fierce. Oh, and their impeccable taste, of course. I’m sure I only feel this way about Baltimore because it was the first city I was allowed to love and discover, but Baltimore truly is a unique bastion for us kids on the fringe, with the slightly off and quirky and weird about us. It’s truly lovely.

Anyways, ended the afternoon back home, making a truly awful brown sugar and ale glazed salmon that I’ll need to pan fry with some onions and squash later to reduce the sauce and make it more palatable. But that’s for tomorrow. In the continuing saga of unemployed, homebody me. 😀

Various Sundries of the Homebody Sort

Today was a rip-roaring day filled with home-i-ness in the form of Epicurious.com’s Corn & Crab Chowder (to which I added celery and onion, almost reaching the holy trifecta of good Cajun cooking) and Allrecipe.com’s Maple Salmon (to which I added Korean pepper flakes).

Wish I had pictures, but I lost my camera charger somewhere between Paris and home, and I’ve yet to replace it. I know that the instant I spend the money for a new one, the old one will turn up. This has happened to me, without fail, since elementary school. If the universe is telling me to stop losing shit, I think it needs to pick a new object lesson. This one particular failing is not getting fixed.

Also, in a country kind of mood. Apparently being barefoot in the kitchen will do that to me. Go figure. Anyways, I actually enjoy country music. It’s just the culture tied to the cowboy chaps and apron strings so prevalent in country music that irk me so. Thankfully, just when I think I’m getting completely fed up with the songs celebrating formulaic gender roles, a Tegan and Sara shows up or Neko Case. I’ve sprinkled some country-sounding songs into the mix to save me a tiny bit of time. I can’t be stopping every five seconds to stare at my laptop and mouth “You have got to be kidding me.”

Finally watched my S2 DVD of Terminator: SCC, which just made me absolutely joyful and heartbreakingly angry at the same time. I absolutely hate that Fox ditched SCC just when it was getting to the point where new viewers could’ve entered and gotten totally sucked in. That series was nothing less than a dream come true (COME ON! Lena Headey AND Summer Glau?!?!?!) with the best writing, best music, best pacing, best character decisions, and best potential. It died too early to be marred by its own complexity (like, BSG and Lost eventually did, no matter how I loved those shows).  But seeing the extras on the DVD, and realizing just how much thought was placed in each step of the individual stories and the overarching plots, I think they could’ve gone the distance. If only Fox had given them that chance. I’m really befuddled as to how SCC got cancelled after two seasons and Smallville is reaching it’s 11th or 12th or whatever it is at this point. God, the absurdity.

Of course, there was Josh Friedman’s gleeful commentary on S2Ep1, where he told us that Brian Austin Green’s ability to churn out exposition was cunningly tied to his disrobing. A la Sawyer’s nekkid chest exposition in Lost. He’s totally right. It works. 😀

New Year, New Post

Brinner. Commonly known as “Breakfast for Dinner”.  Which I am consuming right now.

Menu du soir

Buttered blueberry pancake w/ Grade A maple syrup

Brown sugar glazed bacon

Scrambled eggs with fine sea salt

A double portion of Swiss Miss hot chocolate w/marshmallows

Tidbit for the Day

Aliens made them do it.

That’s what they found out later when the whole mess was through. It started with the charismatic leader of a splinter group in the Jewish community during the age of Roman expansion. And it ended with the ineffable judgement of higher beings on their measly three thousand year old culture.

Hannah, who had grown up only ever knowing a world where the alien presence was prevalent, remembered how her grandparents shied away from the aliens in the streets in very clear xenophobia. When she heard them ranting about the Constitution and inalienable rights, she heard nothing but the outdated rants of people who’d lived past their sell by date. Not that she wished her relatives harm but it was embarassing bringing her friends over to a house where they’d hear all sorts of phobic insults and speciesist mutters.

No idea where I was going with this. It’s not even a tidbit. More of a fleeting thought. But I figure, I’ve got 150 words today. I’ll do 300 tomorrow. And maybe 450 after that.

Also, mainlining Lost (thanks Elaine’s bf Ryan).  Just got to Season 1 finale and my faves thus far are Hurley and Rousseau. Also Turnip Head (aka Aaron) and Sawyer’s relationship.