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Sunday, September 12, 2010

End Of Summer Steaks




Well, the first week of school is over and another Sunday is here. This morning Cy, Dad and I woke up and went fishing with our neighbor, Kim. So of course I was hoping to cook a fresh chinook salmon that had never seen the inside of a refrigerator. But instead of reelin' 'em in we just sat there ... waiting, talking, waiting and talking. We didn't catch any fish so instead of the freshest salmon of our lives we made alternate plans. Mom called on the cell phone about an hour before we gave up; Dad asked her to buy steaks. Despite the lack of fish, we had a great time hanging out on the river.
I've seasoned them with salt, pepper, cinnamon and olive oil. Last night I was looking at our google analytics page. It shows us where all of you are looking from, how much time you spend on the blog, your page views and all sorts of other cool stuff. A couple months ago we were surprised to find visits from Moscow, Spain, The Netherlands, Brazil and Australia. But last night our jaws dropped to see a visit from Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Better known as Saigon. Now, while Moscow, London, Melbourne, Amstelveen and Zurich were cool, This one topped all because we spent a couple of days in Saigon about a year-and-a-half ago. We love the international readership we've drawn with our cooking. Now back to the steaks.
Now that we've started the grill we are chopping our basil and scrubbing the potatoes. We have an all potato hobo pack planned and a corn dish where we put kernels in browned butter and basil. Our friend, Ben, has brought us dessert, a large watermelon, which is very heavy for its size. Dad says this is because sugar is heavier than water, and this one is loaded with sugar.
We've added a little more to the steaks seasoning and have prepared a hobo pack for our millions of potatoes. I'm not sure if it qualifies as a hobo pack though, it only has the potatoes, olive oil and butter in it. Once the steaks go on the grill (where the hobo packs are) I'm going to start our corn dish.
The hobo pack is on the grill and the steaks are almost ready. I have finished sautéeing the corn and just pulled the steaks off the grill. I think we're ready to eat!

The potatoes were succulent and buttery, the corn was sweet and fresh and summer-y, and the steaks were tender, and perfectly seasoned. That watermelon sure lived up to its name, sweet and watery. It was a wonderful meal for this end of summer day.

3 comments:

  1. Thank you for the delicious dinner and the company, Tucker. Also, thank you for not accidentally gutting me with the watermelon knife.

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  2. T/C - Your paternal paternal great grandfather -- Lewis Olaf -- would have sat down with this meal and said, "It's a good night to be in with the classics." He would have said that no matter the atmospheric conditions.

    Until I was in college, I took that as a statement that London Broil or a sirloin, a baked potato with the fixins, and a decent salad were "the classics." I later learned of the connoted classics, but am still a stranger to them, without regret.

    Anyway... I lost my train of thought.... Keep up the good work. I think it was Euripides Pants who said, as he swilled hemlock, "grill it, fry it, or slather it in animal fats and to thine own self be true."

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  3. yum!looks good!I wish I were there eating such good food!I can't wait till you come!We promise not to use a propane tank!!!!Can't wait to see you !



    Love,Lily and Lucy

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