...indeed, it was.
Lazy, lazy, lazy...
bev-er-age of choice... Don't be shocked!
And then, we waited one. more. painfully long. day.
And THEN... something wonderful happened: vacation. And it was heavenly
To celebrate this momentous occasion, one that I have been anticipating for a long time now, P and I decided to cook up something extremely simple, and very delicious: mussels.
No need to use a lemon, they are just pretty...
[Note: the next day I turned this lemon into delicious fresh-squeezed lemonade, spiked it with gin and added a few drops of rosewater. Refreshing and delicious...]
Probably the main reason mussels are so delicious is because they are cooked in gobs of butter (in the version that Anthony Bourdain describes, anyway). I'm sure you could be more health-conscious, but that wasn't really the goal.
So basically, chopped up a bunch of shallots (one of my VERY favorite ingredients in almost anything), added to melted butter, cooked two minutes, poured in a cup of wine, raised the heat, dropped in the scrubbed and de-bearded mussels, steamed them open, threw in more butter, plus parsley, et voila.
Usually I don't believe in parsley and generally think it is overrated, but would definitely include it when making mussels.
With the windows still open, P and I sat down to our first open-window dinner of the season. We ate about a loaf of bread to soak up all the juices and sipped a muscat-viognier.
Tonight we're going to try to get ourselves in the Caribbean mindset in preparation for our Vacation, and have tentative plans to have Caribbean influenced cocktails and dinner tonight. Would appreciate any ideas, as I'm at a loss for an entree, and have too many ideas of how to incorporate rum into just about everything. At least we have high-quality entertainment lined up.
I have many childhood memories of jelly fish from my days at the beach in Delaware. I know memory does not serve me correctly in my estimate that some of them were 14 in across. One day, my dad caught one in our big plastic plaster bucket that I used to play with and dumped it under the lifeguard's chair. Inside it you could see an entire crab. The next day there were only ants under the chair.
My job has perks. I recently enjoyed my first iced coffee of the season down in DC. That was followed by an evening with my pal, Bill. After he spoke, I hung out and consumed the Ambassador's fancy Belgian beer and chocolate.
Might I add the Embassy called ahead of time to apologize because they would only be offering 3 kinds of Belgian beer instead of the usual seven.
Not too shabby...