1 decent sized pumpkin with lid removed and inside cleaned
1 onion chopped
1 red bell pepper chopped
12? cloves garlic chopped
handful of dried bing cherries chopped
1/4 cup? pomegranate molasses
1/4 cup? white wine
remove to mixing bowl (leaving liquid behind)
sauté after reducing retained liquid
10 maybe mushrooms (let them fully wilt)
1 lb sweet Italian sausage
remove to mixing bowl
1 cup black rice with 3.5 cups chicken stock 5 minutes boil and simmer to finish, then add to mixing bowl
finally add the rest to the mixing bowl
1/4 cup? Asiago
coriander, cloves, cinnamon, nutmeg
2 apples chopped
mix everything and stuff the pumpkin
450f for 30 minutes and then 350f for another 90 minutes
I ended up with too much liquid after cooking and would reduce the amount of liquid used (or reduce the rice liquid more) for the next cook.
sauté in olive oil
add salt, cayenne, and butter
300f oven 45 minutes
These turned out amazing for being so simple.
Gutting the pumpkin (and then salvaging the seeds) was a bit of a pain in the ass. I used an ice cream scoop for gutting the pumpkin which did a fair job for most of it. I may try using a serrated knife for removing the lid next time, though I suspect my dreams of sawing around are folly.
The flavor combination of the stuffing was amazing and I wouldn’t hope to alter it one bit. Just maybe reducing the final liquidity some.
I used to build and repair bicycles for Velocipede at 10th or 11th and Pine on Capital Hill many years ago and I worked with this crazy hoot of an enthusiast named Val. Turns out he was struck down by cancer, but as you know when you get struck down it only makes you more powerful.
One time this old dood brought us his bike for some minor service. The bike was an old hulking steel monstrosity already destined to destroy your spine should you take a second floor walk-up. But what really made it the talk of the shop was the fact that everything was connected to this frame using hose clamps. Dozens of them. Good times.
I mostly sort of follow a recipe. Sometimes I do follow a recipe more strictly. I tend to be more strict when I’m doing a Paul Prudhomme recipe for whatever reason. Perhaps it’s because those recipes of his I work tend also to be longer and more complex. Reasons. They always exist.
Anyway, I made some sous vide salmon tonight. I fucking love salmon. It’s amazing. I do what I am able to support the wild salmon market. It’s really unbeatable. After 122f bathing for 30 minutes a very quick grill over an open fire made for an excellent evening delight. And, borrowing from Chef Paul, just salt, black pepper, and cayenne. What can I say? Life is good.
I didn’t bother with the curing step. Why bother? You can almost eat the salmon raw it’s so good.
As for an accompanying beverage, I made a little something appropriate to this excellent summer weather. I took some of my homemade limoncello and put that in a tall glass of ice with one of these flavored (but unsweetened) seltzer waters that are so popular now. Lemon, of course. Very light and refreshing and certainly nothing to interfere with the salmon.
Now I’m sitting next to the fire I cooked with and eating my simple meal. Eat a nice green salad after.
Am I missing out on something, do you think? Is my life somehow incomplete? Maybe. But I’d say I’m doing pretty well.
The great Jackson Reinhardt, friend to many and beloved by all, has encountered some blockage in his urinary system. It is unclear at this moment how serious this is, but the current projections place the expenses at around $2500. This could rise if more complicated surgical procedures are required.
He is spending the day at a small veterinary surgical clinic here in Ballard. This evening I will need to transport him to an overnight surgical facility in Shoreline where he will spend another half a day. At that point we will know whether the expenses rise above that $2500 mark.
Jackson, as you have probably guessed, is not a rich cat. He comes from humble beginnings and largely stays out of the limelight, with only brief forays across the lighted stage. He wears a simple harness, and his leash retracts just like anybody else’s.
If you are able, please consider donating to the Friends of Jackson Reinhardt Urinary Traction Fund by sending money to that aloof baffoon who feeds Jackson.