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.
This unmanipulated but cropped photograph was shot on 1 April 2016 at the Substation in Ballard. The musician on the right is Megan Slankard and the musician on the left I will have to check the roster for that show and post it later.
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.