Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Salmon/chocolate

Another fine evening, another dinner on the balcony. We stopped by Whole Foods (now THERE'S a surprise! Fourth time in the one week it's been open!) and picked up some sockeye salmon for dinner. I crusted it with some seasoned cornmeal and fried it up nicely, serving it on a bed of seared zucchini, peppers, and onions.
The veggies then became the sauce when I dished it on to the plates. Wow, check out the biceps on that guy!

;-)

With a simple salad (here's a fast and tasty dressing - plain yogurt, salt, pepper) and bottle of the 2004 Domaine Chandon Pinot Noir (but not too much for me - I have 7 miles to run in the morning), we were set.


Dessert? Nothing baked or cooked or even cut up. Just a box of Vosges truffles to open.We didn't devour them all, mind you. Fun as that may be....

Monday, July 30, 2007

guess the flavour

Go on, guess. It's a toughie, this one!

Trout

Not much explanation needed on this one. A warm evening, a post-practice dinner of trout, crusted in cornmeal and fried. Served with some fava bean, radish, and ricotta salata salad. San Pellegrino to drink. Grapes and cherries for dessert. Well, until I ate far too much cookie dough while baking after dinner, that is....




Sunday, July 29, 2007

seafood (lots of it) at Dave's

Wow.

As if we haven't already eaten quite well, thank you very much, this whole weekend, we spent the late afternoon with a small group of friends over at Dave's place, demolishing a generous amount of seafood. An almost incomprehensibly generous amount. Scroll through the photos and be blown away.

We got there a little later than intended - the vagaries of laundry. We weren't the last to arrive, but Dave already had the table laid with paper and a platter of freshly cooked crabs awaiting.Dave, our very generous host, does a superb job with parties like this - we've enjoyed a couple before, and we were glad he could make it to the Drink Pink party last night.

Also there were Brad (a teammate and someone not eating ANY seafood at all - Dave grilled a pork tenderloin for him), Tina (a teammate, Brad's girlfriend as well), Dan (see, it's all Smelts, almost!), Daniel (lane 2, to be exact), Becky (nope, not a Smelt, but a good friend of Dave's we've met a few times before), Christopher (not eating the seafood boil, but he did love the marinated mushrooms, and he was thrilled with the grilled portabello and the grilled fish Dave made him), me, and the handsome Conrad (who made a joyous mess, right along with the rest of us).

A boil then. Or three of them. Dave cooked two big batches of blue crabs, both very flavourful, a bit spicy and zippy, messy as all get out, and a lot of fun. We dug in enthusiastically.
Brad declined but did shuck corn for the Low Country boil still to come out. He also (awwwwwwww, what a good boyfriend he is) helped keep Tina's hair out of the way of the mess of crabs, shells, and juices on the table.

The crabs were wonderful. The boil blew us away. We rolled up the mess from the two batches of crabs, laid out more paper, and Dave dumped out a steaming hot pot of more crab, clams, shrimp, onions, potatoes, garlic, and corn (plus bunch of seasonings).

It steamed enticingly, and then we got down to it again.





Nothing pretty about it once we got into it, believe me, but did we relish it! We did a good job, too, as can be seen by the remnants.

First the macaroons came out for dessert. Though Tina and Christopher were the only two to really ham it up with them,
we all enjoyed them immensely. Not pictured are the mixed berries Becky had brought to be eaten with the sweetened ricotta and cream she had made. Oooooh, now that was nice.

A busy weekend of eating, then. I don't feel overfull, but I've certainly had a lot. The cold is still coming on, though while we were out in the sun and fresh air, having a good time with friends, it bothered me only slightly. The evening is starting to fade, though, and I'll be glad of a nice rest to cap my birthday weekend.

Drink Pink

It was sort of a birthday thing, sort of not. Conrad and I had about a dozen and a half or so friends over last night for a wine tasting party. The theme? Rosés. Pink wine. More like "pink" since some were gorgeous shades of cranberry or ruby. One, a German wine, was the palest orange in the evening light, also belying the theme.

A fun time, with a challenge issued to all to guess the country of origin for each wine. 11 countries in total, and the winner, with 6 correct guesses, was Dan. Nicely done!

Neither Conrad nor I took photos during the party. We did get a few shots before it all started, though, including a shot of CG in a gorgeous party dress and a good view of the splendid cheese and sundries tray we had Pastoral put together. Ahhhh, cheese...


37th birthday dinner

"On the downward slope toward 40." So says my profile, and the slope is now steeper.

37 as of Friday past, and we celebrated it with our friends Gil and Rakhael at Yoshi's.Of course at Yoshi's. Where else would we have fine food in such comfortable, friendly surroundings.

It was a lovely evening, and I'm very pleased we went there.

I had to run 14 miles quite early the next morning (ugh, not a great run, but not horrible), so I kept my dinner moderate. A little wine, not too much. Plenty of water. Fish for dinner as I find that's a good thing to eat the night before a big run.

Conrad and I shared some tuna tartare to start with. No photos, sorry. We had lapsed and forgotten we even had a camera with us. No matter. Rakhael hadn't yet arrived, so it was something to hold us until she did.

We followed one fish with another: king salmon in this case. Good and fatty under the skin, and put with some mango and cucumber salad, heirloom tomatoes, couscous, fresh herbs, and a mustard sauce.All of it blended marvellously with each forkful. I enjoyed a glass of a Sauvignon Blanc (yes, again), and ate up every bit. Gil was taking photos throughout the evening, as were we, so the dinner is well documented!

But Yoshi and Nobuko were not done there. Out came a lovely cake that we were able to share and even offer to some of the others at the bar and in the restaurant. A white cake with some lovely fresh raspberries between the layers. A fine traditional thing to have.







And finally there was a bit of champagne. I took only a little, mindful of my training run. It was generous of Yoshi and Nobuko, though, and a good cap to an utterly fine evening there.



But gee, now I'm 37. Well, life's not going too badly so far, is it?