Jan
27
Blackened Salmon Sandwich
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Outside of my favorite Japanese restaurants, I tend to be cautious when ordering salmon at other places. That’s because they tend to be pretty dried out and not cooked well, from my experience. Le Peeps in Evanston, however, makes a pretty darn good blackened salmon sandwich. I treat myself to it when I go there. It’s not even on the menu anymore, but they still serve it when I ask for it, weird. I’m surprised they make it so well too (juicy, nice crust, goes well with the mayo) because all of their other items are just ok.
Jan
9
Well said…
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I couldn’t agree with this any more, nicely said… This is from a blog I frequent for inspiration (not just because her work is so pleasing, but mainly because I can really tell when someone loves what they do, pretty rare combo). Her other site always makes me want to either eat, shoot, or travel.
“Most people come back from their trips with handfuls of snapshots of friends and family, strategically posed in front of some monument or view of significance. My family, on the other hand, look through the photos that I take on our trips and wonder, how come there are never any pictures of us? My daughter, who jumps at any chance to model, looks at me in dismay when flipping through the shots, all she finds are pictures of slices of pie, signs of restaurants and, if she’s lucky, her hands offering up some local seasonal fruit. My work tends to bleed over into my personal life more than a little.
I find that I just want to bring home all the little details of the places that visit. I want a memento to remind me of the silky smoothness of the goat cheese ice cream we had in the century old farmhouse in the Loire Valley or of the bright crisp redness of the sweetheart cherries from a Yakima farm stand. My photos aren’t proof of a visit… they are portals that transport me back whenever I need a little escape.”
Jan
9
So the other day, we googled “ma po tofu recipe”, clicked into the very first link in the search results, printed out that recipe and had my father pick us up an essential ingredient from chinatown. Here’s our result in the picture.
Damn was it tasty! Joanne and I kept looking at each other in amazement as we ate, wondering how come our parents never cooked us this dish when we were growing up, as its super cheap and easy, yet oozing with oily deliciousness. Weird. The chinese restaurant versions don’t taste nearly as good either. But anyhow, I can see why many Japanese dig this dish so much.
