Stuff

  Several snippets of good stuff today.   The Slow Food Bloomington Chefs Dinner is coming up Sunday, June 10, at 6:00p.m. at the Bloomington Country Club.  I’ll  get a menu up in a separate post as soon as I get all the final details, but it’s going to be a fabulous dinner – nine…

Shrimp Overload

We got home from Florida yesterday  afternoon with a big cooler full of fat gulf shrimp for a dinner party I am planning next month. Four pounds of gorgeous head-on shrimp, frozen on the boat and as fresh as can be! To keep them frozen, we’d packed the cooler with ice. When we got home…

Still Smoking

This is not the blog post I thought I would be writing this morning. Last night we went on another smoking binge. We smoked two pounds of fat beautiful shrimp, which I had marinated in olive oil, lemon juice and chopped garlic, and a block of Monterey Jack cheese and a block of pepper jack,…

Avenue Sea

  We’ve been cooking ourselves silly this last week in Apalach. Tomorrow we need to hit the road home, and are planning on doing some shrimp smoking today, so last night we took ourselves out on the town. With a permanent population of way under 3000, Apalachicola has more than its share of good restaurants,…

What Are You Smokin’?

  We have a smoker at home that is a little rickety with age, but still turns out some pretty good stuff. Of course, we don’t have access to the fresh fish there that we have here in Apalachicola, so  we’ve never really put it through its paces. I’ve chiefly used it for smoked salmon…

Clams

  Lovely day in Apalachicola.  Worked all morning and spent the afternoon on the BEACH! For a girl who grew up near the water, living most of the time in landlocked Indiana comes  with a considerable psychic cost. Walking on the hot sand, floating in the Gulf, and listening to the waves hit the shore…

Peachy

Sorry to have fallen off the map again. Lots of stuff to finish up here, and a fried chicken obsession to pursue. I’ve been running around the southern half of the state, looking for Indiana’s finest and it turns out, just like Dorothy, what I was after was in my own backyard all the time….