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.
We often forget that we are not the one who commits suicide but only the recipients of realizations relating to the other’s decision to leave us. It’s easy to forget.
The media, as a general rule, does not report on suicides. The reason for this is that when the media reports on suicide there is a corresponding uptick in the suicide rate. We might think of this as a sort of permissions slip passed around the news rooms and living rooms of this Earth. However, when the person who commits suicide is a celebrity there is little avoiding that reporting: we all want to know what has happened, the consequences be damned!
Last night one of my all-time favorite bands lost a singer and friend. Let us take a moment.
That angelic voice, you will note is silent. This is the future echoed from the past.
Please take some time out to say hello to your old friends. They may appreciate hearing from you.