In The Kitchen with Drew

The past coupla nights, I've gotten all culinary and decided to do some serious cookin'.

I hardly ever get to have any really nice fish, seeing as how it doesn't keep well for long, so I went and picked up some Sockeye Salmon on Wednesday. And while the guy was wrapping it up, he asked if I wanted anything else. It seems I also wanted some imitation crab meat, so he gave me that too.

Now, I'm a simple man. Not one for elaborate sauces or long, involved recipes that require tons of forethought and days of planning, and I think that shows with my first two entries here.


Wednesday Night : Baked Salmon

While I was at the market, I also picked up a white potato and some green beans.

Skinned the potato and sliced it. Cleaned the beans and steamed 'em. A little salt and pepper on the salmon with a little olive oil, and then into the oven with the potatoes and half hour later...



It was quite nice.


Thursday Night : Crab Salad

Tonight I didn't really have any plans for when I got home, so I thought about a few things before I remembered the crab meat. At first, I was gonna just have the crab by itself, but then I struck on the idea of crab salad: a little mayo and some salt and pepper. Kinda like tuna.

That was good, but I felt like it could be more finished, so into the oven! Opened up a roll of crescent rolls and 'bout 15 minutes later...



Now, if you don't like mayo, it might not be for you, but as far as simple goes, this was pretty good.






I think I'm gonna try Chicken and Rice next week....

Is My iPod Psychic?

No. Of course it's not.

Does it happen to, at certain times, play the perfect song for a moment?
Sure.

Does it happen to know that I'm thinking that I'm really in the mood for a certain song and then play said song shortly thereafter?
I dunno if it knows, but it happens.

Can we chalk this up to random coincidence? A convergence of the iPod's shuffle timing, my thought processes, the influence of previous songs on my mind set and those of the iPod, and the pure randomness of everyday life?

We could.

But I always just figured my iPod is really just a shell filled with a camera and a receiver.

And that hundreds of miles away, in a little room, eating chips with the crumbs falling all over his multi-color sweater-covered belly, sits a little gnome named Willy who watches me from his little gnome-sized console, playing the music from my playist at the times he feels are apropos.

'Cause really, what is there for gnomes to do nowadays?

No more cobblers or haberdashers to work for in the dead of night.

People put all sorts of other things in their yards.

Besides, cats run rampant.

And if they choose to steal underpants, well, from what I hear, an increasing number of people are going without anyways, so it's no big loss.

Sure, there's that Travelocity guy, but he's, like, the Kevin Spacey of gnomes. He's just really good!

Anyway.... Thanks, Willy! You've been doing a bang-up job. Oh, and... uh... you've.. got some salsa on your beard.

"That's not funny."