3 posts tagged “food”

I grew up liking battered fried catfish, and still eat it occasionally when I go home. White flakey fish is what I recall best, and I recall it being unavailable after about 1984 or so. When Reg and I had a Valentine's dinner at Ray's Boathouse, I got salmon and he got "the special", some catch of the day that I recall trying and loving, because it was one of those greasy white flakey tender fish.

Sushi is different. Just a couple of bitesize morsels, raw, don't evoke the same fish odors and tastes as cooked salmon. I was slightly grossed out by my salmon at Ray's, but as I was drunk, I still ate it. The salmon I had at the Rainier Club wasn't nearly as fishy-tasting, but since everyone was having "surf'n'turf", the smell was pervasive. Even some sushi gets to me in that way, and I can't gorge myself on it b/c after a while the slimy texture reminds me that I don't like fish. At that point I tend to top up the rest of my sake and soldier along.

Reading too many books by chefs about their fish obsession, along with my desire to "go bamboo" for a while, I decided I need to try harder to like fish, but I would prefer to start with the white fish that can't be grilled b/c they fall apart. I will also need booze help. Even with sushi it took a while before I could eat it sober.

Reg got me a cast iron skillet and I started using it last week. I made hash browns (oddly, my own fault) and then eggs. OMG, this thing makes scrambled eggs like nobody's business. You just take it off the heat after putting the eggs in and voila.

Also, I bought this ginger-infused dark chocolate. Woah. So tasty.

I've also been thinking about wine and cheese. Ballard Market has lovely suggestions for pairings in their cheese display, so I picked a couple from that. My fave is called Chartreux, a raw cow milk cheese, but I think I bought the last wedge. Ahwell.

Last night this guy at the bbq in Wallingford was slow-roasting pork. It was just about done at 11, and it was so good I want to try it camping the next time. Aw yeah.

Reg's parents took us to Volterra for his birthday type dinner thing. They also gave us about a zillion glass plates and bowls, including a punchbowl/cake dome thing. And a birthday cake made to look like a hamburger, which is high unappetizing to me. But dinner was excellent, I got the tenderloin and Reg got the wild boar, which he loves.

Last night we watched No Reservations, Paris and New Jersey. The Paris one made me really really want to go to Europe somewhere, anywhere, and just buy lots of cheese and bread and eat in cafes and watch people and smoke Gauloises. And then go for a nap in the afternoon after lunch, then get ready to go out and dance till 5 in the morning. Repeat, repeat. I suppose there are a couple places you can do that in this country, but the cheese isn't the same, you know.