04 March 2015

Just A Word

about my on-line absence: my mom is here for a couple of weeks, having flown in last night.

Today we've just been shooting the breeze, and enjoying the get-together which is all too rare with us being so far apart.

I'll get back to blogging, eventually. Probably. :)

03 March 2015

Sour Cream & Cheddar Halibut

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Younger Daughter the Chef prepared this delectable dish for us (she doubled all the amounts shown here).

  • 1.5 pounds of halibut
  • 1/8 lb. butter
  • Parmesan cheese to taste
  • 1 tsp lemon juice
  • 1 cup breadcrumbs
  • 1 16-oz. container sour cream
  • 2 TB gourmet mustard or white-wine gravy* (thick)
  • 1/2 cup Cheddar cheese, shredded
Grease baking dish with spray Pam and pre-heat over to 350 degrees. Melt butter and stir in Parmesan cheese and lemon. Cut halibut into 1/2" thick portion and roll in butter mixture, then roll oiled halibut in breadcrumbs until coated. Bake in greased dish for 20 minutes.

Remove from oven and generously spread sour cream mixed with mustard or gravy on the top and sides of halibut fillet. Sprinkle with Cheddar cheese. Return to oven and bake for an addition 20 minutes or until fillet is done. Sour cream should be slightly browned.

She served the fish with lightly buttered pastina on the side; steamed bazmati rice, or any other long-grain wild rice is also good. Use your imagination. :)

I'm sorry I don't have any pictures of the presentation, but we were all crowded around the counter, grabbing food. I was afraid that if I stopped for photos, I'd lose out; turns out I was right.

* White-wine gravy recipe:
Original recipe makes 6 cups

  • 5 cups turkey drippings
  • 1 cup dry white wine
  • 1 tablespoon dried rosemary
  • 1 tablespoon ground black pepper, or to taste
  • 3 tablespoons cornstarch, or as needed
  • salt to taste

The Crafty Farmer

Farmer John lived on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by, the traffic built-up at an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over at a rate of three to six a day.

So one day Farmer John called the sheriffs office and said, "You've got to do something about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens."

"What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff.

"I don't care," said Farmer John. "Just do something about these crazy drivers!" So the next day, he had the county workers go out and erected a sign that said, SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING.

Three days later Farmer John called the sheriff and said, "You've got to do something about these drivers. The school crossing sign seems to make them go even faster." So, again, the sheriff sends out the county workers and they put up a new sign that said, SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY.

But that sped them up even more! So Farmer John kept calling, and the sheriff kept changing the signs.

Finally, Farmer John said to the sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. Can I put up my own sign?" The sheriff was ready to let Farmer John do just about anything in order to get him to stop calling every day. He said, "Sure thing, put up your own sign." And after that, the sheriff got no more calls from Farmer John.

Three weeks later, curiosity got the best of the sheriff and he decided to give Farmer John a call. "How's the problem with those drivers? Did you put up your sign?"

"Oh, I sure did. And not one chicken has been killed since then. Sorry I can't talk; I'm very busy." He hung up the phone.

The sheriff was really curious now and he thought to himself, "I'd better go out there and take a look at that sign... it might be something that WE could use to slow down drivers..." So the sheriff drove out to Farmer Johns house, and his jaw dropped the moment he saw the sign. It was spray-painted on a sheet of wood:

Go slow and watch out for the chicks

~~ h/t ajdshootist

02 March 2015

You Know How I Keep Saying There Aren't Many Roads Up Here?

2,300 miles from east to west - 587,000 square miles total

To put things in perspective, traveling east from Anchorage in the most direct route to the Yukon Territory (our closest neighbor) is a seven-hour drive.

Worth a thousand words, no?