Living in fish heaven here. Except for some bits of bacon in my salad last night and a pig taco, I've been practicing piscivorism. No, not some tropical golden-idol worship, but the worship of fish: ahi, ono, mahi mahi, crab, shrimp. Hot temps make me crave it. Seared, macadamia-crusted, pan-roasted: bring it on. Still on the list: poke (po-kay) -- a raw fish salad.
There's only been one dish I've not devoured: a pohole fern salad. Overloaded with the Hawaiian variety of the fiddlehead, very bitter, with nothing in the dressing to balance the flavors. I did my best, really hating to waste food, but after chawing my way through half of the large plateful, I pushed it aside. Felt like a horse with a feedbag.
And last night's dessert was a swooner. If Paul hadn't also ordered it, I would've been forced to erect the Portable Electric Dessert Fence: white chocolate filled malasadas (Portuguese doughnuts) with coffee-caramel dipping sauce. Sublime, divine, glorious, etc.....
I know. It's gotta end at some point. Forty-eight hours from now I'll once again be enduring Seattle's perpetual winter gloom. But that still leaves plenty of time for more pleasures of the plate/palate!
I hope you have plans to patent your Portable Electric Dessert Fence. So much less hostile than a fork in the back of the hand.
ReplyDeleteoh. my. gawd. that dessert. you have reduced me to tears. Are you happy now?
ReplyDeleteenjoy every last moment on the island -- the Plane of Tears will come for you soon enough!
Just try to love 'perpetual winter gloom'. It CAN be done!
ReplyDeleteMarylinn, it's in the design stage as we speak ;)
ReplyDeleteTara: happy, and then some. And even more.
ReplyDeleteCro, in a word: NO.
ReplyDeleteSumptuous photograph!
ReplyDeleteLove, c.