honey marinated salmon.
4 salmon filets (about 6oz each)
1 tablespoon honey
2 teaspoons tamari or soy sauce
1 teaspoon olive oil
1/4 teaspoon black pepper (i was liberal with this)
i always have trouble with honey and coconut oil. i clumsily melt it into the mixture.
anyway. i mixed the last four ingredients in a quart-sized ziploc bag.
marinated salmon inside for about 15-20 minutes.
i cheated and made a bit more marinade with the honey i had left.
i let the saucepan heat up on medium up. sprayed it down pretty well with some olive oil.
placed the filets on the skin side. i drizzled the extra marinade on top.
cooked 5 minutes. pressed down on the tops with a spatula so that the edges browned evenly. sort of.
repeated on the other side. kind of winged it, since there was a smaller filet, i let that cook for a short period of time.
i committed the cook’s crime of eating while standing up.
i read some Shantaram.
i found this great spice store in the east village. i could have stayed there forever.
there were bags of cardamom, coriander, cumin, teas of all kinds,
the guy at the checkout register was this young-looking indian guy with long hair. he said hi to me as i was finishing, and chatted with me (in his distinctly American accent). this older indian guy came into the store and started mumbling something in another language, and i smiled patiently as the checkout guy seemed to respond.
checkout guy looked and me and shrugged, “Don’t worry. I don’t understand a thing he’s saying either.” And grinned.
i think he was joking. but i couldn’t really be sure.
i laughed and said that i feel like i never understand what people are saying, no matter what language they are speaking.
we talked a bit more about language.
two weeks ago when we were in new orleans for french quarter festival, i rediscovered the virtue of apples.
i’m kind of a banana girl, and my mom says it’s because i’m lazy. i don’t like to wash fruit.
every morning, our hotel would have green apples sitting in a basket in the lobby. the apples basically kept me from going insane from hunger while we “looked” for places to eat (which usually means wandering around for 2 hours).
my refrigerator probably now contains a lot of curb-rose’s-hunger fruit. including about 2 dozen apples. i think it’s working out well.