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Something smells fishy

On New Year’s Eve my friend Michelle helped me learn a few things in the kitchen. We had a really nice Mahi-Mahi and tilapia dish with risotto, and she let me help in a sort of tutorial. The fish turned out great, and the risotto was pretty good too. Actually she did most of the work anyway, but it was nice to get my hands dirty in the process.

Last night I decided to try to replicate the experience. First I went to the market and bought a few items. The garlic, the grape tomatoes, the shallots, and the lemon. Sockeye salmon fillet. Let’s just say that buying items to cook for one is a bit more expensive than it ought to be. I’m glad that there are leftovers. I’m starting to remember why I go out to eat more often than I cook for one.

The cooking began with a little olive oil in the saucepan. It was heating while I was dicing the shallots. I turned back to the stove and saw the oil scorching on the pan, and so I immediately turned off the heat. Unfortunately my illogical side yelled out (inside my head of course) that we shouldn’t let the oil keep burning, so I dropped in an ice cube. I hate to admit that I can be a moron, but there it is. An ice cube in the pan was probably a mistake. Ok, it was definitely a mistake. I think I’ll clean up the stove top again tomorrow. There is a nice coat of olive oil pretty much everywhere within 2 feet of where the stove was heating. It’s a good thing the oil didn’t ignite on the burner. I really hate that I know enough physics to understand super heating and sublimation and still put an ice cube in hot oil. I really need more supervision in the kitchen. Or at least I have another excuse for not cooking very often for myself.

There is also another lesson learned here- lemon juice and cuts don’t mix well. I think I need a little more practice in dicing, not to mention a real chef’s knife instead of trying to make due with a serrated paring knife. And that’s not even approaching the whole question of whether it is ethical to eat that which I have cooked when I know I have added a little bit of myself…

After a little clean up session I returned to the cooking, and soon I had a tomato/shallot/garlic sauce in which to place the salmon. I wish I could say that it was fresh, but it was frozen salmon. It just is not in season. Oh well. Despite the extra cleaning and all that mess, the salmon was really good, and I am going to enjoy the leftovers.

At least this time there was no fire…

Comments

Comment from m.
Time: 6 January, 2008, 12:59 pm

Oh, good. No fire. Just a gash, and a spray of sticky oil in
a sizeable radius.

If I have to tell you

ONE

MORE

TIME

the solution to this
problem . . . :-(

Comment from The Doctor
Time: 6 January, 2008, 1:07 pm

I know what you are thinking, but the cut was small enough that I didn’t notice it until I was washing the garlic off my fingers with the lemon juice, and the oil was a good lesson to learn in practice. Besides, what you are suggesting is not as easy a solution as it may seem. As nice as it might be, I can’t really afford a live-in chef…

Comment from m.
Time: 6 January, 2008, 7:18 pm

Ha ha

Comment from steven
Time: 7 January, 2008, 3:09 pm

Why not just eat the olives from the can? You always enjoyed them that way. Then you can drink the oil after they’re gone. Oh–fish comes great in a can too, with plenty of healthy fish oil: sardines.

The ideal meal and only one fork to wash.

Comment from steven
Time: 7 January, 2008, 3:30 pm

I wouldn’t sweat the self-consumption question. For a larger, though less mysterious ethical dilemma, consider this item: http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/01/06/texas.slaying.ap/

Believe it or not, there’s another “related” story that is so over the top, so mind-numbingly outrageous, I cannot even send you a link. Hey, MD or whatnot, you’re still my kid-brother. I’ll not be responsible for “contributing to the delinquency of a …” etc. Plus, it remains the only news item about which I could ever use the cliche “shocked me to my core.” I didn’t even tell W. about it. I just stewed on it alone for a week or so, no pun intended….

Comment from steven
Time: 7 January, 2008, 3:34 pm

Is it just me, or is there a correlation between our descent into a post-Christian culture and our rise in bloody, horrific, crimes, and genocidal wars?

Can you imagine good Catholics 100 years ago doing these things between trips to the confessional?

Comment from steven
Time: 7 January, 2008, 3:36 pm

I LOVE the Hand of Grace. But for the brutish soul untouched by that Gentle Hand, there’s something to be said for good old’ fashioned fear of HELL.

My multi-comment conversation with myself ends here. :-)

Comment from The Doctor
Time: 7 January, 2008, 5:46 pm

you know, with all those different voices, I would half-expect you to use the names of your different personalities…

Comment from m.
Time: 8 January, 2008, 7:50 am

So why do people worry about the “pain” that my occur
during lethal injection (and could last maybe what? Two
seconds?) ?

As far as Steven et al is concerned, the more the merrier!
Makes me feel right at home. Ah, flight of ideas. What a
concept!

Comment from The Doctor
Time: 8 January, 2008, 8:23 pm

How in the world did we get to lethal injection from a story of cooking mishaps anyway?
What a fish story this is becoming?

Comment from m.
Time: 9 January, 2008, 11:35 am

I told you. Flight of ideas.

Comment from John R
Time: 9 January, 2008, 10:53 pm

Hi Doctor,

Nice to meet you in H-town. Fun post. :)

Peace to you.

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