Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
CHEFS LOG SAN JUAN ISLANDS WA DATE AUGUST 20 2010
A full load of Dungeness Crab, only the males, six inches or more. Babies and females thrown back to the waters off Sucia Island in the San Juans. Lunch and Dinner look promising! |
Leftovers get picked and chilled for a bountiful dinner. One for the pot and a nibble or two for the chef. I love cracking crab! Crack Cook and Smile! |
Pasta! Pasta! Pasta! Crab! Crab! Crab! Delicious and rich with flavor! |
Voila'! |
CRAB SPAGHETTI
1-2 lb. crabmeat (Dungeness, Alaskan King or Maryland)
½ -1 lb. thin spaghetti
1 c. extra virgin olive oil
6 baby sweet bell peppers, sliced thin
Heavy pinch crushed red chili flakes if desired
3 c. chopped ripe tomatoes
Big handful chopped basil and Italian parsley
2 shallots chopped
½ c. sliced garlic
Kosher salt and cracked black pepper
Cook pasta in well salted water to al dente. While pasta is cooking heat in a large skillet and add in the cup of extra virgin olive oil. Over medium heat sauté the chilies, bell peppers, shallots and garlic until soft. Add the tomatoes and continue to cook for 2-3 minutes. Add the crab. When the crab is warmed through add the hot pasta and a ¼ cup of the pasta water. Mix together. Toss in the basil and parsley. Taste and season with salt and pepper. If you like more heat season with the crushed red chilies.
Enjoy!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
CHEFS LOG ALASKA DATE AUGUST 15 2010
Merlin, Abbygayle, Thomas and Champagne (like the bubbly) |
Thursday, August 19, 2010
ENJOYING SUMMER TOMATOES (even in Alaska)
TOMATOES PROVENCAL
6 large Roma or favorite ripe tomatoes, cut in half, seeds removed
2 ounces Mascarpone cheese
2 ounces goat cheese
2 ounces Parmesan cheese
Kosher salt and black pepper
Extra Virgin Olive oil for drizzling
Drain tomatoes upside down while making gremolata. Mix the cheeses together.
Turn the tomatoes right side up. Season liberally with salt and pepper. Divide the cheese evenly into the tomatoes. Pack in the gremolata on top. Drizzle with extra virgin olive oil. Place in oiled baking dish and bake for 20 minutes at 375 degrees.
Gremolata:
1 cup crushed garlic croutons, small and coarse, not fine
¼ cup chopped sun-dried tomatoes, packed in oil
1/4 each cup chopped basil and parsley
1/2 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
1 tablespoon lemon zest
2 tablespoons chopped fresh garlic
1/2 -3/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
Kosher salt and cracked black pepper
Mix the first 6 ingredients together. Pour in ½ cup of the olive oil to form a paste. To test mixture, hold the some of the mixture in the palm of your hand. Squeeze and open your hand. If mixture holds together in your palm it is perfect. If it falls apart, add more of the extra virgin olive oil. Taste and season with salt and pepper.
Enjoy!
Even summer in Alaska can be delicious. I always seek out and find the Farmers Market in all of our ports. I remembered Billy in Ketchikan, I met him two years ago and his bright smile and blue eyes seduced me to his stall. He farms in the summer, land of the midnight sun. His table is full and colorful and stuffed with seasonal fruits and vegetables. His artfully arranged baskets, big garden sunflowers and hand written cardboard box signs reminds me that this is a mom and pop, brother and sister summer business. A sweet half hour is spent reminiscing about our last visit and tales of the long winter and no fish. I bought as much as I could carry and then came back the next day with a gift of brownies. Sweets for the sweet.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
CHEFS LOG ALASKA DATE AUGUST 8 2010
Our right of passage. Today we leave Ketchikan, Alaska, just us girls. Feather, our fond name for Jim, Jennifer's father, has passed the baton of this 170 ton, 76 ft,, 24 ft. beamed, ocean going, Hatteras hulled, MV Jamal. The Inside Passage is sometimes just not that, inside. We are set to cross open ocean to reach Campbell River in four days via Dixon Entrance, Milbank Sound and the Queen Charlottes. This season marks our 20th and it is with bittersweet smiles that we go without him on the bridge. He knows this vessel like no other and has made this crossing a hundred times. He eats, sleeps and breathes every nook and cranny of every nicely tucked away hidden spot. He knows where to lay her anchor when seas or darkness rise or fall and fog forbids travel. His daughter, my friend, my Captain Jennifer, First Mate Jeannette, Crew Kathy and myself are taking the MV Jamal, this right of passage, like we have been given the delivery of the Compass Rose. I myself, have made this voyage a dozen times, always with Feather. I am honored to have been handed his life, his best friend, that he has shared with me for 20 years, to bring her safely home.
Dawn came at 4:45 with the generator calling us to wake. Wake up you sleepy head. Beautiful colors of blue and soft pinks drew our destination to the horizon. Once outside of our lovely anchorage rolling swells and fishing fleets with outstretched nets keep us all awake and all eyes wide. Wrist bands are applied, saltine crackers and candied ginger also take there place in the wheelhouse. Our stabelizers keep the big swells to a soft, sleepy, rolling motion that caresses you to close your eyes and dream of romantic ports. Captain wants some chicken tenders extra crispy. I turn the oven on.
Fog, fog, fog, and we can't see a damn thing. All eight, lovely lady hands and seductive eyes are on deck with field glasses pointed port, starboard, bow and stern. Horn blowing every two minutes with the manual finger on a wheelhouse blast for 4-6 seconds. Less than a quarter mile visibility leaves us with only radar and AIS, Automated Identification System, boats show up on a Navtec screen with name, rank, length and distance from us. Radar, necessary but, fashioned at best, a blinking light on a screen, sometimes slow to respond. If it is moving, it is a vessel, if not, probably a rock. Sometimes pods of whales can show up. We are all seasoned travelers and while the weather casts a serious note there is always fun to poke and laughter with the yayas.
Prince Rupert is our border crossing. We dock and wait for the patrol to give us the welcome wave to a foreign land. Welcome to Canada! We declare the berries, fruits, wine and tobacco, and take our few minute meeting, one on one.
Questions answered we are on our way.To a nice little anchorage that greets us after our 12.5 hour day. Napping, charting, sunning, we are ready to settle in and dance in the salon and sing with Jeanettes guitar. AHHHH and dinner Salmon with Herbs De Provence, Lamb Chops, Olive Oil Mashed Potatoes and Arugula Salad and don't forget dessert, what ever is leftover from the crumble that has been inching smaller to its last portion.We retire to our staterooms for a little read and sweet dreams...
Fog, fog, fog, and we can't see a damn thing. All eight, lovely lady hands and seductive eyes are on deck with field glasses pointed port, starboard, bow and stern. Horn blowing every two minutes with the manual finger on a wheelhouse blast for 4-6 seconds. Less than a quarter mile visibility leaves us with only radar and AIS, Automated Identification System, boats show up on a Navtec screen with name, rank, length and distance from us. Radar, necessary but, fashioned at best, a blinking light on a screen, sometimes slow to respond. If it is moving, it is a vessel, if not, probably a rock. Sometimes pods of whales can show up. We are all seasoned travelers and while the weather casts a serious note there is always fun to poke and laughter with the yayas.
Prince Rupert is our border crossing. We dock and wait for the patrol to give us the welcome wave to a foreign land. Welcome to Canada! We declare the berries, fruits, wine and tobacco, and take our few minute meeting, one on one.
Questions answered we are on our way.To a nice little anchorage that greets us after our 12.5 hour day. Napping, charting, sunning, we are ready to settle in and dance in the salon and sing with Jeanettes guitar. AHHHH and dinner Salmon with Herbs De Provence, Lamb Chops, Olive Oil Mashed Potatoes and Arugula Salad and don't forget dessert, what ever is leftover from the crumble that has been inching smaller to its last portion.We retire to our staterooms for a little read and sweet dreams...
Fog and more fog with less visibility is our wake up call, that and the purring of the generator at 4:30 hrs., which dangles a strong espresso at the other end. Grenville Channel will take up a good part of the day with 4-5 hours navigating through that currentous channel. Fog hanging low and caressing the upward tree lined granite slopes that resemble women's voluptuous bodies, intertwined and wrapped around each other. I see them as you would see shapes and stories in the clouds. I greet them every time, but no camera can capture their exquisite familiar beauty. For my eyes only?
Sun sun sun and little caps of white by the time the clock strikes 9. Fog is gone and morning has broken. Captain napping and the girls press on, spotting each other at the helm.
Temperatures rise to 80 degrees and well, we are, all girls. On with the sunscreen and off with our clothes. Naked charter begins. This mental picture is for those only whose imaginations can paint our lovely reflections amidst blue skies and even bluer waters. Sorry, no digital please.
Monday, August 16, 2010
CHEFS LOG ALASKA DATE AUGUST 5 2010
This charter is coming to its final days, and I am never running short of ideas of what to cook. I never plan menus, only the first meal of every charter and that you know is Roast Chicken. Who doesn't like roast chicken? I just buy what looks best at the market and go from there. My guests are my inspiration. sweet, spicy, comfort, elegant, sophisticated, rich, buttery, light, healthy, French, Latin, Asian or down home Americana. I can create something for everyone. Just cook and smile.
Saying goodbye is always bitter sweet.
Last night spent in a new found harbor, it is so beautiful, Loring Cove. Saying goodbye is always bitter sweet.
Girls take a skiff ride to see the rapids. Girls just wanna have fun!!
Finally into Ketchikan, first city of Alaska. We are docked at Bar Harbor with no electricity and with our blue fenders hung port side, broadside across the breakwater entrance like a target that needs to be missed. 70 degrees and blue sunny skies, a heat wave in Alaska. Shop keepers fans are blowing and water drops are beading on their lips and brows as they declare “I moved to a cool tempered climate with lots of rain for a reason.” Feels good to me, so we take our books and tall cool drinks and sit on the aft deck. Shuffle plays the Itunes. We listen, shuffle, dance and sashay to Jeanettes mystical chanting, Eric Clapton, BB King and nodding to the beat of enticing voices I have never heard before. I have a few days in port with nothing to do and all day to do it! See ya!!
Ketchikan, aft deck looking at fishing boats in the harbor |
Looking west at sunset out of the harbor |
Ohhhh and a recipe to enjoy on a lovely deck, by the water, whether alone or with somebody!
Coco Pineapple Pzazz… 2 oz. white rum
2 oz. pineapple juice
1 oz. Coco Lopez
1 oz. Cointreau liquor
Pineapple wedge
Fill cocktail shaker halfway with ice. Add rum, pineapple juice, Coco Lopez and Cointreau. Cover and shake for 30 seconds. Strain into chilled martini glass. Garnish with pineapple wedge.Sip and enjoy.
Monday, August 02, 2010
CHEFS LOG ALASKA DATE JULY 30 2010
Pillsbury Perfection Skillet Baked Morning Biscuits seemed just the way to greet everyone with smile and a brown sugar and honey drizzle glaze (gaze). The California peaches and plums tossed their juices together in a big glass bowl while eggs rose to the occasion with crisp bacon and mushrooms named fritatta. My guests love the big breakfasts I am preparing and as I watch them wolf down the full plate and guzzle glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice, I know I am where I should be. Whether in a galley, in Alaska, thousands of miles away from the ones I hold dearest, or in my own designer kitchen on Lake Lenore, I am always home where the pots are boiling over with love from my pantry!.
A high pressure morning brought rays of sunlight streaming through a brilliant blue sky. Next, Wrangell! One of the sweetest little towns in Southeast. Captain, First Mate and I took the skiff after docking at the new marina and went into town about a mile away. We gratefully stopped to pay homage to the Totem House where protective, more than a hundred year old totem poles stand erect over looking Wrangle Bay. Wrangle seemed a ghost town by late afternoon, but we always stop and shop at the Eagersman Everything store, contributing to the economy of a community that knows us by name. Guests are off to view the petroglyphs at low tide. Markings of a time long ago when only natives walked the shores. Holding on to history as I blog, text, double click and send.
Meyers Chuck, could be my favorite place in Southeast. A community that has a history for more than 70 years. Halibut Bill, Jig Man and Little Lori …. a little place with a big heart.
It has been couple of years since I have stepped on Terra Firma here at MC and as we make the turn to see if there is space at the dock, my mouth drops in shock. Dock is full and 4 other boats are anchored in the harbour. We used to be the only ones here. The world can change, so can I, but not MC. My baby blues squint to keep the new construction out. I close my eyes and turn away to keep from bringing reality to life. Memories best kept in the windmills of my mind. But, don't get me wrong, to those of you who have never been here, there is no other world more charming and enchanting.
It has been couple of years since I have stepped on Terra Firma here at MC and as we make the turn to see if there is space at the dock, my mouth drops in shock. Dock is full and 4 other boats are anchored in the harbour. We used to be the only ones here. The world can change, so can I, but not MC. My baby blues squint to keep the new construction out. I close my eyes and turn away to keep from bringing reality to life. Memories best kept in the windmills of my mind. But, don't get me wrong, to those of you who have never been here, there is no other world more charming and enchanting.
Doll porpoise running with the wake |
Meyers Chuck ... FOR SALE ...Lenore's Cook Camp and Catering! Relocate! |
PECAN CRUSTED HALIBUT WITH MAPLE SWEET POTATOES
6 6 oz. pieces halibut fillet
3 c. small chopped raw pecans
1/3 c. favorite pancake mix
3 egg whites beaten
Kosher salt and cracked black pepper
6 small sweet potatoes or yams
3 T. unsalted butter
Pinch nutmeg
¼ + c. maple syrup
lemons
Wrap sweet potatoes individually into tented foil. Place on sheet pan and bake in 400 degree oven until soft. Let cool slightly. Remove from foil and tear off the skin. Smash and season with butter, nutmeg, salt and pepper.
Season halibut fillet with salt and pepper. Mix the nuts and pancake mix.
Place beaten in egg whites in shallow bowl. Dredge the halibut pieces in the egg and then the nut mixture. Set aside.
In a nonstick pan melt together 1 tablespoon olive oil and 1 teaspoon butter over low heat. Place the halibut into the pan, top side first. Cook each side for 3 minutes. Nuts will be toasty and golden in color. Place fish on parchment lined sheet pan and bake in 350 oven for 12-15 minutes or until fish is cooked through. Dollop mashed sweet potatoes on plate, top with halibut, drizzle with maple syrup and a generous squeeze of lemon. Enjoy!!
Until we meet again ... dinner was divine and the Baked Peaches Amaretto made for a lovely ending ...
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