Sunday, May 30, 2010

Seafood, Frenchfries and a Tornado Siren

I love seafood. I mean, I LOVE! seafood. Crab legs. Clams on the shell. Broiled fish. Fried fish. Baked fish. Poached. The only seafood I won't eat is squid and oysters, and oysters are on my list to try again, since they are so plentiful around here.

My favorite fish is salmon, but not just any salmon; the best I have ever had, I got at a steak house..a chain steak house, no less. Longhorn Steak House. If you haven't had their salmon, you need to try it. People in the 'salmon know,' flock to this place.


Longhorn Steakhouse & Saloon Sweet Bourbon Salmon

Sweet Bourbon Marinade:
1/4 cup pineapple juice
2 Tlb. soysauce
2 Tlb. brown sugar
1 tsp. Kentucky Bourbon
1/4 tsp cracked blk pepper
1/8 tsp garlic powder
1/2 cup veg. oil
2-8oz. salmon fillets
2 tsp snipped chives

1. Combine juice, soysauce, br. sugar, bourbon, pepper and garlic in med. bowl. Stir to dissolve
and add the oil
2. Remove skin from fish. Place the fish in a shallow dish and pour the bourbon marinade over
them saving a little to brush on the fish as it cooks. (I use a ziplock bag to marinate my fish) ref
for at least an hour up to 3.
3. Preheat your grill
4. Cook fish for 5-7 mins per side and regularly brush fish with the marinade.
5. arrange fish and sprinkle with chives.


We ask for some of that Kentucky bourbon sauce on the side. I am telling you, this is heaven. Pure heaven. The stuff almost melts in your mouth.

Okay now that I've raved about Longhorn salmon, and did my duty by passing it on to you, I'm going to admit to a little secret. I, the mother who never took her kids out for fast food, the woman who proclaims that MacDonald's injects fat into their hamburgers to bring the weight up (the patty's and yours..) Yep, this fine lady who brings you this blog, has the potential for an addiction to a certain fast food. And this is it:

Captain D's deep fried fish. In my defense, I only get it maybe twice a year at best. I could eat it daily. But I restrain myself. This is the crispiest-on-the-outside, tender-and-moist-on-the-inside, fried fish you can get anywhere. God it's good. And tonight I had a hankering for it. So off I go to pick some up, along with cole slaw and sweet corn on the cob. When I get there, the place is almost empty..a rarity. I start to wonder if they're closed, but no..its just empty.

I give my order to the sweet little girl at the register, pay her and head to the counter that looks on to the open kitchen. I watch them cook, when suddenly a siren sounds, one that is exactly like a tornado siren.

In case you've never hear one, here's what they sound like. This one is from a town in north Alabama:

Now this siren goes off in Captain D's while I'm waiting for my food. That's a sound that can make a vampire's blood curdle. It'd brutal. I glance out of the window and notice the sun is shining. Huh? Just as I'm trying to decide if I should take the chance of making a fool out of myself by rolling into a fetal position on the floor and covering my head with my arms, the young busy cook runs over and pulls the french fry basket out of the oil and reaches up to turn the 'tornado siren' off.'

The siren is their french fry timer. And I am soooo glad I didn't roll into a ball on the floor, especially since a family of hungry people had entered the place just as the siren went off.

I glanced at the girl who was putting my meal together.

"I thought it was a tornado warning."

She looks at me like I'm nuts.

"Huh?" she asks. "What sounds like a tornado warning."

"Your french fry timer."

She just looks at me for a second or two with this terrifically puzzled look on her face.

It takes only a few minutes more and she brings the Styrofoam boxes with my food inside to the counter and sets it down next to a pile of place bags. She sticks out her hip and firmly plants a fist there. She looks to the left. She looks to the right. She looks at me.

"You mean to tell me I don't have a bagger??"

She is appalled. I want to tell her that if she simply shoved the boxes maybe two inches to her left, they would probably be pretty close to being bagged, but I don't.

"The other lady has customers." I point in the direction of the sweet little girl who is now ringing up the order for the family who came in during the tornado warning/french fry timer.

The meal assembler, or whatever her title might be, looks at me (again) like I'm nuts.

"Customers. Great."

She puts my order in a bag and hands it to me.

Life is just full of interesting doings..


  1. I love seafood also and thanks to BP not being here, for now, I'll be able to keep enjoying it, at least for now. I can be okay with northern seafood.

  2. Your area is known for its salmon, isn't it? Lucky you..

    So far, our seafood is fine. We shall see how long that lasts. I feel bad for the Louisiana fisherman and shrimpers.

  3. Let's face it, we're screwed, your seafood is going to die because of the gusher and we will over fish ours to make up for it, greed works like that.

    Maybe it's time for me to build that rabbit hutch?

  4. I hat eto say it but I agree with you.

    Btw, to all, I'm slowly getting to all of my friends' blogs. I was planning on sitting back tonight and enjoying everyones wonderful writng but I've developed a headache and am going to call it an early night. I'm looking forward to reading them in the morning.

  5. I like fish and squid and octopus and scallops and shrimp and crab and crawfish. I don't really like the texture of muscles or clams or oysters though.

  6. How could I forget to mention shrimp and scallops! Especially scallops. Oh how I love those big fat juicy scallops.

  7. Being as I follow events world wide I see the gulf gusher as just one chapter in a larger picture being played out so here is how I see some things.

    Americans have been pretty successful in some ways, but too wanting and needy and aggressive and not caring enough about the planet. Each new generation has taught the generation they raised to be as they were so if we want to place blame we only have to look in a mirror.

    Since moving here in 98 I've tried to make a small carbon footprint and I live a very basic life, don't even have running water. But most others around me just don't really care, they just want to keep their spoiled lives going.

    Who is going to pay for this? Your grand children, I predict that they are going to have pretty hard lives in 20 years. Considering how I look at the big picture I think there will be mass extinctions during the next 20 to 50 years and a lot of humanity will die off.

    But I don't see that as a bad thing, hopefully the survivors will be the wiser because of it and learn not to do things as we do and be much more respectful of mother earth.

    Who is it up to too fix this mess? It's damn sure not us, we created it, the youth will have to figure out how to fix it if they want to make it.

    If mankind would just wise up and get the populations down to under three billion everyone could have a great life and nature could better deal with some of the mistakes we make. But we can't keep stacking our destructive ways on top of what happens in nature, she just can't deal with it all.

    Well, I've had a good life, a damn interesting life, and I wish the youth luck but they are going to have to change how they do things because they can't keep doing them as we taught them.

  8. BTW, just talking about things won't change a thing. Living an example by living as basic as you can sets an example for others. But most folks don't want to do that, be the guiding force.

    Why should the youth listen to those that preach but live a great lifestyle? I'm reminded of an old quote.

    "I hear what you are saying but I see what you are doing."

  9. You know what's funny? I watched your tornado siren video for about five seconds, turned to Significant Other, and said "I think I know that place" forwarded to the end- and sure enough, Hampton Cove, Huntsville. It's really close to where my father grew up.
    Isn't that a terrible sound? But it works- you definitely notice it.
    I'm not going to comment on the oil spill- there's too much to say.

  10. Anonymous... It isn't an oil spill, it didn't flow out of a ship. It's a man made gusher of no limits 5000 feet deep in the ocean and it's going to be months before it's shut off.

  11. Believe me, BBC, I understand the gravity of the situation. I live very close to it. And it is indeed spilling out of the Earth- spilling is not an action exclusive to containers.
    Like I said earlier, there's not much that I particularly want to say about the subject. I'd rather do something about it. I'm not much for bitching about something and then waiting on someone else to take action. Come on down and help us out.
    Also, you're right. An ounce of example is worth a gallon of explanation.
    We're all going to pay.
    Wouldn't it be nice if the Indian tradition of making decisions based upon how it will affect the great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandchildren had survived into prevelance into mainstream society? We probably wouldn't be sitting where we are now.


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