We smoked some Steel Head Trout (they looked like Salmon) on the smoker and then I made my soignee appetizer with endive leaves, cream cheese with scallions and dill, and a piece of trout on each leaf, garnished with a dill spring. Took them to a party last night and they disappeared. A bit of trout and cream cheese remains for breakfast.
This morning I got up early (for me) and put a spinach quiche in the oven for a neighborhood brunch. There is enough left for dinner. Forgot to take a photo of it, but it was yummy looking with a nice brown crust and a mushroom design on the top with some parsley as garnish.
My friend from Riverwoods, Illinois, Lynn Zaremba gave me her quiche recipe years ago. I have to confess I used a ready-made pie crust due to time constraints. The original crust is delicious as are the various permutations of quiche Lorraine the various flavors. A spinach quiche is good for vegetarians. I'll publish this recipe in a future post. Quiche makes a good Sunday supper.
We visited the Mark Twain house in Hartford yesterday on a group tour. Such an interesting place, and no one was cleverer with tongue and pen than Twain. Some of the gew-gaws and cut glass reminded me of things my grandma had, a sweet-sad memory. We schlepped the trout, cream cheese, dill and endive around in a cooler all day until we arrived at the party where I assembled it. Someone had smoked ribs, and were they ever good. The taste of smoked food always provokes a visceral reaction. Did our ancient ancestors sit around the camp fire eating smoked fish and mammals?
The Ryder cup had a big surprising finish. We sat in the Papparazzi bar in Framingham and watched a bit in the late afternoon waiting for the party to start. I dig their Beef Carpaccio big time. Too much food this weekend. Must be good all this week.
I put a notice about my book, World of Mirrors on a bunch of bulletin boards by the mail boxes in our condo area, and have actually got some sales and notice. It never hurts to advertise. May even get a speaking gig.
So much for the weekend. On Sundays I have horrible conflicts with various television shows: Masterpiece Mystery, Copper, Boardwalk Empire, and even The Good Wife. Thank heavens for taping and On Demand. Now I need to write something. And maybe take a walk. Slothfulness is not good.