Salmon and The Pianist

Last night after a day on the lake and an evening run in the thick Arkansas air, I was pooped. I hopped on the net to scope out my favorite restaurant in Asheville, Table. We are making a pit stop there on our way to the beach next week, and I am hoping to spend my minimal waking hours there eating some bougie food. After scanning menus at Table and the Admiral (which we have never tried), I really felt like cooking.

Poached Salmon with Sesame-Nori Jous, Candied Turnips, Summer Squash Chips and Wasabi Cukes.

Poached Salmon with Sesame-Nori Jus, Candied Turnips, Summer Squash Chips and Wasabi Cukes.

Our garden provided all those yummy veggies!

We ate dinner and watched the Pianist, which neither of us had ever seen before. I’m not going to give a full review of a 12-year old movie, but here are a few feelings/thoughts: To start, I felt a little guilty about eating such a lavish meal while watching people starve. After about two hours, my dinner stashed away in my tummy, I couldn’t believe that we were watching yet another scene of Adrian Brodey running for his life between hideouts. It seemed over the top. I said something to Keely, and she informed me that it was based on his memoir. I felt like a jerk. Right before that moment I was almost ready to turn the movie off. It was just too much to watch. Of course,  in the end, the beauty of his music saves his life when a German soldier takes pity on him after hearing him play. This was the main theme I took away: The power of art to communicate humanity between almost any people. I am no artist, but I try to make food beautiful.

Cappy Returns

Cappy Returns

As I was driving home from school today, I saw a ratchet looking rooster on the side of the dirt road about a quarter mile from our house: the long lost Cappy, who had been MIA for over 48 hours. Keely last saw him through the window at midnight running through the illumination of our bug attractant light. He was squanking, and we assumed there were raccoons in hot pursuit. He has returned from the dead, again. I cornered him in our neighbors corral and carried him home.

Garden foods

The garden is still going strong, but so are the weeds. We have been pretty busy the last few weekends, with the BBQ and my trip to Texas the week before that. It is a relentless battle, but the booty is well worth it. We are transitioning from more spring-type veggies (lettuce, broccoli) to more summer time goodies (carrots, squash, cukes). We got our tomatoes and peppers in a little late, so they are still a month or so off.

We have enjoyed lots of meals lately that were almost entirely grown here at home. Check out the garden veggies getting ready to be roasted and all the glories of pizza night.

Green garlic. Yum.

Green garlic. Yum.

 

Carrots, turnips, new potatoes, fresh garlic and onions, garlic scapes and cauliflower  all from the garden.

Carrots, turnips, new potatoes, fresh garlic and onions, garlic scapes and cauliflower all from the garden.

Homestead Pizza! All home-grown toppings: roasted cauliflower, pulled pork, garlic scapes, mizuna, summer squash and fresh basil

Homestead Pizza! All home-grown toppings: roasted cauliflower, pulled pork, garlic scapes, mizuna, summer squash and fresh basil

Delicious cucumber salad to go with our pizza. Our first two cucumbers of the season.

Delicious cucumber salad to go with our pizza. Our first two cucumbers of the season.

My happy-as-a-little-clam Keelio!

My happy-as-a-little-clam Keelio!

Country Living Challenges: Internet

When you live five miles down a country road, your internet doesn’t come through a cable. Maybe it comes through the telephone line accompanied by an anachronistic serenade every time you dial-up, or maybe it comes from… OUTER SPACE. We have satellite internet. If we had smart phones, bless our hearts, we wouldn’t have smart phone internet, cuz that doesn’t work here either. We have satellite internet. Usually it is just like normal internet. You snuggle up with your honey, watch 5 hours of That 70’s Show on Netflix, and then, just as you need to use the internet for the next three weeks for school work, you notice that your videos don’t stream, at all. It feels like 56k again. Sometimes you have time to sing yourself the little modem song as your .gif loads. We have a 10 gb data allowance for the month. We get a grace period between midnight and five in the morning, during which our usage doesn’t count against us. It is about as likely for us to be up before five than after twelve, but on some Saturday nights we binge on Netflix until our heavy lids slump down over our red-from-staring-at-a-screen-for-too-long eyelids.

When we do run out of internet, we can pay for more like the junkies we are. Ten bucks a gigabyte for additional internet. If there is a new season of Downton out, this is a must.

The other issue is weather. Sometimes when it rains really hard and we are worried that a tornado might come crashing through our cardboard walls, there is no internet to be found. It also goes out in the increasingly common Arkansas blizzards. Last time we were out of internet for two whole weeks while we waited for the satellite folks to come out from Memphis and fix the dish. They were even nice enough not to charge us the standard service charge after I spent some time on hold and then with customer service, explaining how we don’t need the short end of the stick.

It is another cost of living in the country. And it’s worth it. Plus we don’t spend all of our time watching Red make Eric’s ass into a hat. We have to save some for Fresh Prince, delivered fresh on DVD.