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.

“Dear Diary, today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.”

– Safe, Firefly

Lost is getting really fucking confusing. I’m now in early S3, and I never realized before how many of the secrets I picked up through pure pop culture osmosis. Now, I’m in blind territory and it is really, really fucking confusing. Plus, I’m about 5 years late to the party. S’alrighty.

Didn’t write any words today, and didn’t really get the emails written that needed to be written. Also, need to get on that job thingy.

Other than that, fairly productive day. Made some blueberry muffins a la Allrecipes.com. Very crunchy cinnamon-sugar crumble on top and vanilla and Grand Marnier in the batter. Finished spreadsheet-ing so far.

Now I’m going to bed, as soon as I finish this episode of Lost. Damn you, Abrams.

Also, POC’s dying to the left, POC’s dying to the right. Nothin’ but POC’s and women. Great job writers. I can’t wait to see what the Vaughan episodes look like.

Friday night and the lights are low

I’d be looking for a place to go but I’ve got Flash Gordon and Stargate Atlantis on my mind.  I’m so glad I’m a geek ’cause . . . OMG! Celluci is Sheppard’s BROTHER! The fic practically writes itself! IT really really does. It’s just going to hafta be someone like marag or medie.

 I’m such a sputz (note: I have no idea if that’s a word and if it is, I have no idea what it means).  When Sheppard’s dad’s home showed up, I was all, “oh, Earth is pretty. It must have sucked for the film crew had to move all that equipment from the Pegasus galaxy to Canada.” GAH. Tess, the Pegasus galaxy does not currently exist in the form that you see on TV. Although I’m holding out hope since this is the Year of the Jetpack. The future has arrived. 🙂