Day: February 13, 2008

Tonights Dinner

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Baked Salmon with Dill Mustard Sauce

1 (2- to 3-pound) salmon fillet, 1 1/2-inches thick
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
Coarse kosher salt
Freshly ground black pepper
1/2 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup sour cream
3 tablespoons minced fresh parsley leaves
2 tablespoons Dijon-style mustard
2 tablespoons minced fresh dill weed
2 teaspoons freshly squeezed lemon juice
Salt and freshly ground pepper to taste

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line the bottom of an ungreased broiling pan with aluminum foil and spray broiler rack with vegetable-oil cooking spray. Wash salmon and pat dry. Rub with olive oil, sprinkle with coarse salt and pepper, and place skin-side down onto rack.

In a small bowl mix together mayonnaise, sour cream, parsley, Dijon mustard, dill weed, lemon juice, salt, and pepper; cover bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate for at least 3 hours before serving.

Bake salmon, uncovered, 8 to 12 minutes or until a meat thermometer registers an internal temperature of 140 to 145 degrees F (salmon will be slightly opaque in thickest part). NOTE: During this time the salmon continues to cook (meat temperature will rise 5 to 10 degrees after it is removed from the oven) and the juices redistribute. Carefully remove salmon from pan and transfer onto individual serving plates. Serve with the cold mustard dill sauce.

Approximately cooking times for salmon:

1/4 to 1/3-inch – 3 to 4 minutes
1/2 to 3/4-inch – 4 to 6 minutes
1 to 1 1/2-inch – 8 to 12 minutes

Makes 4 to 6 servings.

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“Walking the plank”

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During the pancake breakfast “Black Bart”, “Bilgemunky”, and I approached a table where the kids were dressed in their own costumes. One of the two boys looked like a little napoleon. We immediately addressed him as Admiral. The boy was rather timid, and refused to speak to us at all. Somehow the topic of walking the plank came up. When we hit on that, the kid drew his plastic sword and thrust it towards Ian, then wiggled it to a side. “What? Me admiral? You want me to walk the plank?” The kid nodded. Bilgemunky and I then led “Black Bart” off to walk the plank. After Bart lept, we all three returned to the table. The “Admiral”, now grinning, then pointed his sword at me. I was then led away, as we walked, I noticed the gym floor, it was comprised entirely of wood slats… so I stepped off the rug, and walked as if on a tight rope, balancing upon one row of planks. “I’m walkin’ the plank… yup this is me… plank walkin… oh woe… the admiral made me walk the plank…” After my splashing, we returned again to the Admiral. He then pointed at “Bilgemunkey” motioning for him to now take his turn. “And I thought I was going to get away without having to walk the plank” Ian, and I led Bilgemunky off to his fate, after his “long walk” we returned once again. (Gluttons for punishment) When we returned the Admiral tried to get one of us to repeat the walk, we declined and made our separate ways off to other tables.
I latched onto the “walking the plank” idea, and started wandering the room balancing on the floor planks. With ever few steps I announced what I was doing… “Yup… walkin’ the plank.. this is me.. plank walkin’… look at all these plank’s ta be walkin’…” As I progressed I noticed a number of people smiling and even a few shaking their head in disbelief. Before long though a few of the kids caught on, and followed me along for a bit in a “plank walking parade”