I should have known better than to linger at the fresh fish counter once they told me that the whitefish I wanted was not currently available. The “danger, danger” signs should have been clanging loud and clear when the totally cute fishmonger said, “Want to try some swordfish with mango salsa?” What can I say? I fall down, go boom. Looks beautiful. Tastes great and super easy to make.
Prepare fish: pat each steak with paper towel until dry, then rub the fish with the seasoning mix of your choice. I used Pike Place Fish Market’s “Our Own Rub.” Put the fish back in the refrigerator for 20 minutes. Heat olive oil and a little butter until your skillet is just hot enough to make water droplets dance. Sear the steaks about 4 minutes per side. Remove from the skillet while fish is still firm to avoid overcooking. Let the fish rest for minute or two. Before serving, squeeze a little fresh lemon juice on the fish, then spoon on a bit of mango salsa for a colorful finishing touché!
I cannot believe I hated tomatoes for all of my childhood and much of my adult life. Thank the deities, things change or else I’d be missing out on some juicy goodness from the vine. There are a couple of downsides that I can think of, though: accidentally buying mushy tomatoes or waiting too long to eat them and having them go rotten, despite your best intentions to cook them “tomorrow.”
I did neither with a recent purchase of three lovely, deep red fruit. Yep. We call it vegetable but ‘maters are fruit. I sliced them up and stored them in the fridge for use in quick and easy sandwiches such as a grilled cheese or the simplicity of this tomato on whole wheat toast with basil pesto. It’s a filling and delicious Meatless Monday choice.
I am a sugar addict. I forsook baked goods and other processed sweets in favor of honey – that is, until I began drizzling the amber goodness indiscriminately and all too frequently. The good people at the Lifestyle Management program pointed out that all I was doing was displacing one food for another. Yes, honey is “natural” but that doesn’t make it fair game for unrestrained, immoderate self-indulgence. Since I am prone to displacement, at least go for fruit. It’s a good thing that July is blueberry month!
I used a pint of those blueberries to make a Blueberry Sour cream Pie with whole wheat crust. Thank you Whole Foods! Until I got charged up by food again, I had no idea their site was such a treasure trove of fresh, low fat or vegetarian / vegan recipes. I also have plans to make Blueberry Spelt Muffins but instead of refined sugar, I’ll be trying Sucanat, a brand of pure dried sugar cane juice. This unrefined low process sugar retains the nutrients of the sugar cane.
Watch out stove. Here I come!
“Is that a talking dog?”
Once upon a time, there were these people called journalists. They wrote stories about stuff they saw or heard, often using short, attention-grabbing devices to pique your interest in finding out the rest of the story.
I used to be one of those broadcast journalists. I even taught other people how to do that news-writing thing, usually referring them to examples of something called the “inverted pyramid” – basically a structure that places the barest, most important who-what-when-where-why stuff at the top, leaving the sordid details below. If you’re pressed for time or space, the inverted pyramid lets the reporter or editor chop details from the bottom without losing the guts of the story.
The headline or anecdotal lede (sounds like reed) is another device that’s often used – especially by those in radio. I made up this quick example as part of a discussion on keeping your lede front and center. I thought the story (with its classic headline) was weird. I like weird so I’m sharing it here.
Man bites dog; mutt lives to tell the tale.
Joe Blough was walking down Main Street around 6:30 Monday evening. The street lamps were just coming on to light his way through the darkening skies. Out from the shadows stepped a dog of uncertain parentage and ownership.
“Show me your papers,” demanded the scowl-faced man. The mutt gave a sharp bark, refusing to comply. Joe, being a rough, burly sort accustomed to his demands being met, took this as an affront to his obviously superior homo sapiens status.
You see, Joe spent many years with international mercenaries, training canines and carrier pigeons so the animals would do the private army’s bidding. Poop bombs and going for the jugular were the specialty areas for which he received many accolades over the years. It was this attitude that Joe carried with him that evening: a submissive dog is the best dog. For this particular four-legged fellow however, that dog don’t hunt.
The mutt took an athletic, growling leap for Joe’s throat but his trajectory was slightly off. Joe tilted to one side and grabbed hold of the dog’s ear with his teeth, shaking him. Angry and bleeding, the dog limped back to the alley. That’s where I came in. I am the vet who found him and to whom he told his tale of woe.
Joe Blough was arrested and charged with grievous bodily harm. He awaits trial.
What is the well-spring of creation
Does it lie without or within
Why are we troubled by temptation
Doomed to struggle but never win.*
My rich dreams of chocolate coffee beans
Of sweetly snuggling Stephen Fry
Of interviewing Prince Will & Kate
I scream, “Oh, God! Why them? Oh, why?”
Are dreams the source, our secret selves’ place
Where reality takes a rest
Where monkeys fly swift through crimson skies
Where fears and wishes find solace.
*These words were actually on the edge of my brain as I awoke.