Archive for November, 2008
After a long day of early Christmas shopping it felt good to come home, build a roaring fire in the fireplace and eat a bowl of this delicious salmon chowder with huge chunks of homemade bread (Danny is a great baker!), smeared with roasted garlic and whipped butter. Try it and let me know what you think. I apologize in advance that I do not remember where I got this recipe from, but I do know that I substituted some vegetables based on the discerning palates of my two little ones. The recipe serves about four.
1/2 cube unsalted butter
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 large garlic clove, cut in narrow strips
5 green onions, sliced
1 red pepper, sliced in narrow strips
3 button mushrooms, cleaned and sliced
1 large potato, peeled and cubed
kosher salt to taste
fresh ground black pepper to taste
2 cups vegetable broth (simmer 1 onion, 3 celery stalks, 3 carrots, 1 potato and 1 parsnip if you want to make your own, if not use store bought)
3 tablespoons tomato paste
2 cups low fat milk
1/2 cup heavy cream
10 ounces smoked salmon
In a large, heavy pot over low heat melt the butter and add the olive oil. Stir in the garlic, onions, red pepper, and mushrooms. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Turn heat to medium and saute, stirring constantly, for about 3 minutes. Potatoes are next, stir for 5 minutes or until they get a slight roasted color. Add the broth and cover, letting all ingredients simmer for about 10-15 minutes. When potatoes are tender, add the milk, tomato paste, and salmon. While it all simmers add the cream. Enjoy!
(Total preparation and cooking time about 30 minutes.)
Where to begin… A few months ago while visiting a friend’s blueberry farm on one of those bright summer days when the sun is warm on the back, a slight breeze rustles through the row of trees on the property’s edge, and there’s a heady scent of wisteria and roses in the air, I had an idea of sharing my thoughts with my friends. My friend advised me to be positive and, knowing me, non-confrontational (but I ask: where’s the fun in that?, and besides, that’s not really me). Looking through the dozen or so diaries I’ve kept through the years, I cringe at how dishonest my thoughts were to my own self and I am tired of soundlessly swallowing pivotal issues, while I talk away and think away things that are of little consequence. I don’t hope to offend, but rather to share candidly my ideas and why I believe them, and I really hope to hear from you, my friends, your frank thoughts on the subjects brought forth.