Words Are Not Enough

As I write this, I am sitting in a waiting area. My state auto inspection in due and its time for an oil change.

I took a few weeks away from blogging mostly because others were sorta silent and I wanted others to be inspired to speak up. Also my body tapped me on the shoulder and reminded me that I needed rest. Nothing medical, just a case of being too active for a while, forgetting that I don’t have the reserves I used to have.

On the Cooking Front:

Houston’s Central Market where I do any shopping for fresh foods has been amazing. Last week I noticed they had fresh caught Coho salmon. It is filleted right in front of you and is the most amazing coral red color. I love all sea food, especially salmon.

At times, I have settled for previously frozen, and worst yet, farmed raised. The taste of the Coho was awesome and even at $17.00 per lb. a real treat. I baked it in foil with fresh herbs and served it with whipped sweet potatoes and corn, directly off a farm truck, that I de-cobbed.

Today, fresh swordfish steak and angel hair pasta. Yesterday, a special on Maine lobster tail caused me to try a highly recommended a recipe for lobster rolls. I need a little work on that one, but it promises a good potential.

Wine:

I have never been a huge fan of Chablis. I have found there is a rather narrow selection of that wine that I find pleasing and it is easy to get lost in the weeds.

I have run across much better luck with Pino Grigio. The head of the wine dept. at the Market suggested that I try Italo Cescon’s Grave Pinot Grigio 2005.

http://www.heritagewinecompany.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&ProdID=7566

That was three bottles ago and at $13.00 per, I just may lay in a stock. It is one of the best wines, especially at the price, I have tasted.

One Bit of History.

One reason why I might carry on about the Central Market is because of something that happened three and a half years ago. I was well into the third week of my hospitalization and feeling a bit isolated and useless. The nursing staff of Twelve Oaks Hosp. was amazing. Words are not enough.

I wanted to do something for them, hell I just wanted to do anything that demonstrated some control over my existence. I called Central Market as they have a scratch bakery that produces the most amazing baked goods.

I was too early. It was a little past 7 and they did not open til 8. My call was kicked over to their administrative office and the asst director told me of my premature call. We had a short conversation and 30 min later he hand delivered a basket of fresh from the oven pastries to my room. Then, as now, tears had to be dabbed away. A few minutes of time, a life time of loyalty.