Well I haven’t exactly gone fishing. I’m visiting my parents, but I always did love how they used to leave “gone fishing” signs in small town shop windows when the owners went on vacation. I probably saw it on an episode of Maybury RFD. Did you know I caught that 81/2′ swordfish to my left (your right) in the photo below?
My extended family had gone to Acapulco, Mexico to celebrate my grandfathers’ 75th birthday. He took his two sons, and whatever grandchildren wished to accompany them, deep sea fishing. Having just read The Old Man and the Sea, I was acutely interested in the adventure. There we sat, the sun beating down relentlessly in the sweltering heat for hours bobbing up and down monotonously in the waves. Not what I had signed up for. I was bored and missing my boyfriend back home. After five hours without so much as a nibble, beginning to feel green around my own gills, teenage angst kicked in along with the attitude and complaints until I drove them all so nuts they finally agreed to turn back to shore… when startlingly my rod began to pull violently.
Suddenly I was anything but bored! My heart was racing with a mixture of excitement, and fear once I saw the sheer size of the beast that threatened to pull me into the water, and I imagined exact his revenge. I also felt more than a tinge of empathetic sadness. I never liked killing so much as an ant, and this was one of Gods’ more magnificent creations. The fish fought valiantly, as I struggled, along with two very muscular crew members taking turns, to reel him in a little at a time, until we finally prevailed, thoroughly exhausted.
I don’t know why people do this, I guess to gloat over a victory in which the poor fish didn’t stand much of a chance, but we had him stuffed and sent back to Iowa to collect dust. Eager to clear space in their basement, mom and dad had him shipped to London six years later. My ex threatened to hang him over the landing down to our bar, and have him rigged to say “f-off” when our guests would descend for a party. Instead he was unceremoniously disposed of. Not exactly the romanticized Hemingway ending I had originally envisioned.
I may not be fishing, but I did have lunch in an Iowa City power station turned restaurant with my dad yesterday, and caught this photo of the fishermen below as they caught a somewhat smaller fish. The restaurant did not have swordfish on the menu, so I ordered salmon.
PS. I’ll be back soon!
MARINATED SALMON SEARED IN A BLACk PEPPERCORN CRUST
This recipe was in the Blue Plate Specials of Personal Chef’s Network, the national organization of personal chefs I joined when I started my business. It rapidly became a client favorite, so I’ve been making it to the delight of many ever since. It is perfect for any elegant entertaining you would like to do, but also easy enough to whip up for a weeknight dinner.
4 6-ounce center cut wild salmon filets
2 tablespoons soy sauce
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon sesame oil
1 clove garlic, minced
2 teaspoons honey
2 tablespoons coarsely ground black pepper
1 tablespoon olive oil
1). Whisk together soy sauce, lemon juice, sesame oil, garlic, and honey. Marinate salmon filets in marinade for 20-30 minutes, turning once to absorb on both sides.
2). Heat oil in a large skillet over medium heat. Remove salmon filets from marinade, pat dry, then press coarsely ground black pepper on both sides and add to hot pan. Cook until browned, 3-4 minutes, then turn over to brown on other side, another 3-4 minutes. Serve hot.
Serve with lemon Jasmine rice or lemon couscous with peas, and Sautéed beet greens or sweet and sour asparagus.