Holy Mackerel

That's correct...holy indian easter mackerel. It's the new craze here on 39th street. All the neighbors are talking about it, or at least smelling it. It all started at a sardine festival in early June 2007 where I discovered grilled sardines. Since then I could not get enough, well until I came back to SD where apparently you really can't get enough...because there are none. I have been wanting to recreate this quintessential Portuguese feast for all my gastrically adventurous friends here in SD. Easter became sardine day. I scoured all the local seafood and asian markets looking for this small fatty fish for over a week, even consulting with the SDSU fish lab. Finally I found some at Ranch 99 but they were frozen and very small, bearing little resemblance to their plump eastern atlantic brothers. I panicked and quickly dialed Jason for a fish consult. You may remember Jason from such previous entries as "Rubix Challenge" where he deftly advised me on stuffed animal accessories.

Anyway, Jason (who is ABD in fish swimming performance) said that mackerel may be a good substitute due to its similarly oily flesh. I made a b-line for the fresh seafood counter where I found indian mackerel selling for $1.99/lb. What a deal! I could practically feed my entire neighborhood for $14. I ordered 7 lbs, heroically declining the fishmonger's offer to clean (de-gut) them, saying "oh no, I need them whole, its portuguese style". I felt cool. Then got a bit nervous when he called in an alternate to confirm that I really did not want them cleaned. They both stared, probably wondering what this white girl wanted with a 7 lb bag of uncleaned indian mackerel. The bag he reluctantly handed me over the counter was HUGE and heavy. Like I said, I had enough to feed my entire neighborhood...but I had only invited 15 people. Such is my life in cooking. I got the suckers home and crammed the bag into the fridge.

The next day I woke up excited. I was going to start by making dessert so all my attention could be on mackerel the few hours before dinner. The dessert is a custard pastry (pasteis de nata), another typical dish from Portugal that I ate a lot of. The best of which comes from a place in Lisbon and is called Pasteis de Belém which my friend's João Tiago and Rute took me to in August. You can see the real deal here. http://verntc.blogspot.com/2007/08/lisbon.html

Then I took on the mackerel. I decided to do 2 test mackerel first. I rubbed them with salt and olive oil, making a few diagonal slits in one, as instructed by an on-line recipe, leaving the other as the control mackerel. I let them sit for an hour then I threw them on the grill 5 minutes a side. As you might have guessed, the cut one turned out dry but the intact one was pretty moist and tasted good though perhaps more "fishy" then a sardine would have.

Even though some may question the validity of my mackerel experimental design (Dr. Dan!), I felt I had settled on a technique. So I washed the rest of the mackerel and rubbed them with oil, pepper, salt and rosemary assisted by hank. The great thing about mackerel is that the flesh is pretty firm, especially when salted for an hour, so they are very easy to fillet after being grilled. All of the fillet skills Licinia taught me this summer paid off and when I gave my mackerel tutorial to the guests (some quite reluctant) it went well. Slit the fish with a blunt knife down the back then cut straight down under the fin, turn the knife towards the tail and shave off the fillet. The fillet can then be eaten on a slice of crusty bread. I was proud of my guests. For the most part they all ate one and seemed to enjoy it, although the look of stalwart refusal they gave me when I told them the typical portion was 2-3 fish a serving may have give their true feelings away. I must admit that even I was a bit turned off by my 3rd fish. In conclusion, the indian mackerel is just no sardine. I hope that someday I can get my hands on some and cajole my guests to return for more whole carcass dining.

Monroe passed out after the party which was also his 2nd birthday

and last but not least, henry's cherry-coke ham which I still have in my fridge and will eat for lunch. Yum!:

Rubix Challenge

I admit, I was a doubter. The thought of arriving at a party with 6 articles of clothing, each of a different solid color from a rubix cube, and leaving with 6 different articles of clothing, all of one rubix hue, did not thrill me. This event was going to involve both loss and acceptance. The hosts helpfully suggested a trip to a local thrift store where each disposable article could be acquired for "the low low price of $1"....but I was hesitant yet. Needless to say, I have surprisingly become a joiner over these last few years in SD, on a sunny carefree Friday I found myself at Amvets thrift store with my fashion consultant, Jason. As we tore through the place grabbing orange knit hats, royal blue mittens and shiny red tube tops, I could feel the first glimmerings of excitement. This may actually be fun. Then I spotted THE item. A 6 foot long bright green stuffed alligator on the top shelf of the kids aisle. Jason spotted it too. He joyfully snatched it off the shelf, threw it stylishly around his hulking shoulders and exclaimed "this is perfect! just fasten it like this and call it a stole!". He had already picked out a fluffy white kitty as his accessory so that gator was mine.

The following day, after roaming the city with a hunky bridge builder, a brief encounter with a 7 lb bag of indian mackerel at Ranch 99 (see next entry) and making the discovery that my rock-star lifestyle was resulting in voice loss, I arrived at Jason's to get our rubix gear on. We were giddy and only slightly deterred by the discovery that the kitty had a space for 3 C batteries but we had none and would not be able to find out what sorts of feline ways that pussy was capable of (3 C batteries? that is a lot of power for such a small pussy). I digress. We made our grand entrance just in time to be fashionably late, jason's one party attendance criterion. Every guest was donned in the 6 rubix colors. It was quite an amazing sight. A few people shrewdly eyed my gator and one even approached trying to barter a trade before the bell sounded. He actually did end up getting it from me eventually. I decided to go team yellow and he had a scrunci I needed that ended up being much more comfortable than a 10 lb gator around your neck. That thing was tough to dance in, but there cannot be enough said about wearing items that make people want to touch you when they pass....
Ok enough chat, here are the highlights.

again...it just ain't a party without a fog machine and an ice luge. Maybe I am getting too old for this (in hindsight and after looking at the video below...wow, debauchery).

Even with all the excitement, there are always some people who are just too cool for school:

And the winners by color....Jason, Levi, Hank, Steph, Holly and Cove.

and finally, the women of the edwards lab montage featuring myself, crazy stace and of course resident lab darling, mel gibson:

and for a more scientific analysis of the above event, please read the work of my colleague, Hank at http://bucket-o-hank.blogspot.com/2008/03
/why-do-i-have-so-many-rug-burns.html

For all the legs...

Last weekend Holly and I did the St. Patty's Day run around Fiesta Island. Starting at 7:30am, we set off with the 100 or so other runners decked out in tight green shorts and shiny green hats. It was a pumped up crowd, people were laughing, singing and woot wooting...then the 10k-ers split off from us 4-milers and the 2 milers to make their glorious way around the entire island and it got a bit subdued. By subdued, I mean, everyone started walking and the track turned into a narrow sidewalk. Those of us with any dignity left had to dodge around, repetitively warning "on your left!". As I careened past one lolly-gagging group, I heard someone say "oh, she must be lost". I panicked a bit, straining my eyes ahead to glimpse other kindred joggers and spotted a few...quite a bit ahead of me. Everyone around me was really just there to socialize. People were talking on the phone updating loved ones about the "run" they were doing for charity, even if they were just walking. Women were gabbing about the latest dating fiasco or proclaiming "HE is such a JERK". It is amazing to me that if you put two or more women into running shoes and place them in motion on a hard surface together, they will inevitably start talking about men, and more specifically, how bad men are. I was almost chuckling as I caught snippets of general feminine disappointment along the way.

In a run like this, the 10k-ers get all the glory. and by glory I mean, automated finish lines with an announcer calling out to some of them by name, throngs of people waiting to towel you off and exchange your number stub with a medal, and a clock to tell you just how fast you ran. With memories of crossing the finish to a cheering crowd (and Elvis impersonators) during the half marathon I ran a few years ago in Vegas, I made sure I had enough energy to run fast across the 4-mile finish. However when I got there the first of the 10k-ers were crossing their finish 50 yards away and a crowd had formed. The 4-mile finish was devoid of people and the timer was stuck at 44 minutes (which was extremely disappointing to realize later on!). I actually wasn't even sure I had actually crossed the finish it was so dead so I kept jogging for a few minutes until I realized the crowd was just getting farther away. A few moments later I ran into Holly who quickly procured for us shiny green medals and the ugly race tee and we limped over to the beer garden.

By 9:30am we had finished the run, eaten free pizza and imbibed on beers at the complimentary Ballast Point Brewery beer garden. It was quite a day. I gotta say though, the best part was passing the lone Go Vavi mascot walking along Mission Bay Dr. still in full tiger gear. He certainly had not lost his spirit, for whatever he was trying to promote and was pumping his arms at the invisible crowd.

Next time I am going to do the math right and run the 10k.