Thursday, June 30, 2011

Shameless Plugs and a Recipe: Grey Sole with Braised Leeks

God and His saints be praised, the CSA and CSF seasons are back in full swing.  Capt. Randy from the Port Clyde Co-op and Farmer Tom from Hope's Edge Farm conspired to bring grey sole fillets, lettuces, leeks, scallions, potatoes, herbs, and spinach to our table this week.

The delicate sole pairs well with sweet, earthy braised leaks; alongside simple roasted potatoes, sauteed spinach, and a green salad.

Grey Sole with Braised Leeks

2 lbs. sole fillets (about 16 small)
5 small leeks, white and light green parts only, cut in half lengthwise, rinsed well and sliced
4 tablespoons butter, divided
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1/4 cup vermouth
2 scallions
2 tablespoons lemon juice
Paprika
Dill weed (fresh if you have it)
Dried bread crumbs
1/4 cup snipped chives
Salt & pepper

In a large skillet, heat 2 tablespoons butter over medium heat.  Saute the leeks and garlic until wilted; stir in vermouth, cover and simmer until very tender.  Stir in scallions and salt & pepper to taste.  Spread evenly in the bottom of a 13x9 baking dish.

Loosely roll sole fillets and arrange on top of the leek mixture.  Sprinkle with lemon juice, brush with remaining 2 tablespoons butter, melted, and dust lightly with bread crumbs, dill, paprika, and additional salt & pepper.

Bake uncovered at 375 for 15-20 minutes, just until fish flakes easily.  Do not overbake.  Garnish with snipped chives; serve immediately.

Serves 6.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

San Juan

Here are a few shots of San Juan... nice place, but quite a shock to the system after the solitude of Vieques!

Scanning for U-boats from the WWII towers of Castillo de San Cristobal


Another view from Cristobal



The lighthouse at Fort San Felipe del Morro

In the Old City


Yeah, we're not in Vieques anymore.


 
Dang it, Thing One got hold of the camera again...


Saturday, June 25, 2011

Vieques

Here:  52 degrees, foggy, rainy

There:  85 degrees, sunny, breezy

And feeling in need of a vacation - a real, go far away, unplug and relax family vacation - the very moment the kids were done with school, we went.

Vieques was exactly the right combination of tropical and convenient (for me) and adventurous and deserted (for Himself). A resort island this is not; the best beaches are tough to get to (I will never, ever complain about Maine potholes again), but one has them to oneself. 

Navio Beach















Sea caves, Navio Beach




 
Playa Punta Arenas
















Near Esperanza




La Escapada

Our rental house was perfect. 



Much time was spent thusly:

In fact, Himself finished the entire Millennium trilogy in six days.  And on the seventh day he rested.


On the Malecon, Esperanza

There really wasn't much opportunity to speak Spanish, unfortunately.  People would take one look at four blond people and start right off in English.  On the few occasions I was able to get a few words in first, people would respond in English and then it was just awkward to go back and forth. 


Municipal cemetery, Isabel Segunda


Flora!



Fauna!
 


There are feral horses all over the island. 

Including in the roads.

 

These are Paso Finos, descended from Spanish stock, and they're beautiful. 


Technically they all belong to someone or other, but they are wild and roam the island. No population control here... and it's spring, so there were lots and lots of babies around. One wonders about the long term health of the heard.

Near Sun Bay

A horseback tour of the island from Esperanza Riding Company was one of the highlights of the trip. 

I'd never ridden a Paso Fino before.  Wow.  No iron-mouthed trail hacks, these; bombproof, yes, but spirited and highly responsive, and the smooth gait was a true pleasure.




Another high point of the trip was a tour of the bioluminescent Mosquito Bay.  It's difficult to describe in words what it's like be immersed in 83-degree water on a moonless night when the slightest motion touches off a phosphorescent glow, and unfortunately luminescing dinoflagellates do not photograph at all well - but it was an amazing experience.  Bravi Viequenses for working so hard to preserve that fragile ecosystem.

On the north side of the island, near the airport, a ceiba tree estimated to be 375 years old.  The thing is bogglingly massive.

  On the southwestern part of the island, remains of the sugar industry, returning to the jungle...


  ...very near the remains of the US military occupation, ditto.  (More on this later; after I get some additional photos developed.)

When we left San Juan yesterday morning, it was 85 degrees and sunny.

When we arrived home last night, it was still 52 degrees and rainy. 

From bathing suits and flip flops to flannel PJs and fleece.

But I missed my pillow. 

If I'd taken along my own pillow I would not have had any motivation to come back.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Celebration of the Arts... and a gratuitous rant

Tonight the middle school held a "Celebration of the Arts" event.

Our school district places a remarkable emphasis on the visual and performing arts - remarkable particularly for a lightly populated area with a declining enrollment.  Our administrators are not letting the arts go down without a fight.  

The purpose of tonight's event was primarily to celebrate the unveiling of this mural:


Sponsored by YouthArts, a privately funded and volunteer-run organization, and in collaboration with artist Eric Hopkins (who, by the way, is to be commended for letting a bunch of tweens loose on a re-interpretation of his work), with an astonishing commitment of time and energy from the middle school art teacher, the project was created by the students - all the students - a bit at a time, after school and during study hall. 

Forty-seven thousand bits of tile. 

Hopkins' work was the inspiration for the design:


Islands and trees...



...and seagulls:



I love these guys - detailed right down to the orange on their herring-gull bills.



And in one very special place...



...a tile cut to the shape of Thing One's first initial.

The mural, though, was only part of the evening's show.  There was the chorus, and the dance routine from the spring play, and the saxophone quintet playing "Satin Doll."



Throughout the hallways were displays of this year's art projects. 

 








This one of Things One and Two cracked me up:


And here is the mural from three years ago, a YouthArts project from way back when Thing One was in fifth grade, which is still gracing the hallway:


Just before the program I went to the polls and voted not for the noisy slash-and-burn anti-tax Tea Party freaks, but for the school board and selectman candidates who understand that a comprehensive education is more than a line item on the budget.  The ones who understand that providing such an education is this community's responsibility.  The ones who believe that a crazy idea like this mural can actually happen, and is something the kids and the community can be proud of. 

By the way:  This article in the latest issue of Down East Magazine should be required reading for the 38% of voters whose knee-jerk support of the anti-regulation trickle-down supply-side prosperity fairy tale put our gawdhelpus of a governor into office last year. 

Jack DeCoster is a menace to his employees, the health and wellbeing of his customers, and the animals he farms - and we're about to give him carte blanche to do whatever the hell he likes because any regulations about health and safety and the environment and worker protections are anti-business.

Because Maine is now open for business. 

And closed to everything else.

Help.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Did I mention the cat?

Ah, yes, the cat.


This is Max.  As in Mad Max, from Where the Wild Things Are.  

My stepfather brought him home as a young kitten a couple of years ago and my mother had to do more childproofing to her house than she ever did when my kids were little.  

Some of his favorite tricks include hiding in the tub and launching himself through the shower curtain at unsuspecting souls who have just settled down on the toilet; hurtling full-tilt around the perimeter of the entire house while carrying two or three stuffed dog toys in his mouth; eating houseplants; terrorizing dogs; thrashing around under the covers in the middle of the night; and chewing up Algebra textbooks.



I was not - repeat, not - in the market for a third cat, but we were unable to find another home for him, and he was such a comfort and constant companion in my mother's last months that I felt we owed him something.

Surprisingly enough, he has assimilated well into the household, allowing the two resident felines to retain the impression they're in charge while simultaneously whipping 210 pounds of clueless canine into respectful submission.



The kids said they'd scoop the boxes if he could stay.

He's caught two mice in four days, so he's earning his keep.

I'm not rationalizing this decision....

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Things I Have Inherited from my Mother


An antique platform rocking chair and a twenty-pound cat with an attitude.