0209 Grilled Halibut and Broccoli Rabe with Garlic

Dinner tonight: a bit of fish, rescued from the freezer, and broccoli rabe with golden bits of garlic.  Slices of warmed Avalon International bread on the side.

0209 Grilled Halibut and Broccoli Rabe with Garlic

This was our first experiment with broccoli rabe, which in flavor and appearance is somewhere between broccoli and kale.  Take a few cloves of garlic, slice thin, and saute in olive oil until golden.  Remove the garlic and add the broccoli rabe, sliced into 2″ pieces, thick stems remove. Add some crushed red pepper, cover and braise for 5-10 minutes.  The dish was flavorful and paired nicely with halibut, rescued from freezer purgatory and grilled up with salt, pepper, and a bit of lemon.  The freezer time may have affected the texture of the fish, which tasted a bit more like chicken than I was expecting.  Perhaps it was the preparation?  Not sure.  The broccoli rabe was savory, with a hint of spice, though Shane needed to add both salt and pepper.

A footnote: the cats went CRAZY over this meal, with Mina begging for broccoli rabe and Basil for bits of fish.  Whoever heard of a cat who loved greens more than fish?

A second footnote: I am heeding Janet‘s advice and leaving the real camera on the table in hopes of reducing the cameraphone photos that have plagued this blog in the last few weeks.  I also promise to try harder with the white balance, something that’s hard to get right in our often dimly lit place.  Hold me to this!

1 September 2008

Spent the whole day moving.  The whole day.  Well, except for the part when I took a nap because my sleep was interrupted and the awake time from 3am-5am did nothing for my energy or productivity.  The worst part of the day wasn’t the carrying or lifting or stairs or unpacking – it was that one elevator was out of order, so at times we waited up to 20 minutes between trips.

The cats are being so good about the whole process – they’ve been mellow and curious, which is much better than Basil’s antics last year.  For those just tuning in, en route to Virginia last year Basil got so stressed out that he got really sick, but I guess now we can see that the kitty Prozac is actually working.

While I’m sure there are things that will be frustrating or disappointing about the new place – for now, we both love it.  Shane said that it immediately felt like home, even in the current state of crazy disarray.  This afternoon I sat on the floor after unpacking the kitchen and just enjoyed the sunshine and the breeze blowing through the apartment and felt – happy.  Tired, but happy.

belatedly

Happy birthday, Basil! When we get back from Boston, we’ll have ice cream cake to celebrate. Not that you’re actually aware that it was your birthday, or what birthdays are. That’s ok!

Having a great time in Boston eating lots of good food, walking a lot, and spending money (augh). Tomorrow morning we’ll head down to New Bedford, where Sonya has promised me whales. Woooah!

living room
The auction for my house is tomorrow. Please send waves of positive energy and many many prayers that it will sell for a reasonable amount, and that the spectre of debt will be at least somewhat lifted.

Shane and I went by the house this last weekend to clear out the last few things we’d left behind – a dazzling array of cleaning products, a few odd pieces of furniture, and beer and water left in the fridge from summer cleaning. Our work there was interrupted by Richard’s call about Basil, so we dropped everything and left town without finishing.

The circumstances surrounding that house are among my biggest regrets. It was a beautiful house, and it represented our shared hopes for happiness and a future together. I stood on the back porch with Shane this weekend and cried as I thought about what my life might be like now had I stayed – and then how happy I am with my life, despite all the frustrations and challenges. Part of me will always wish I would’ve had the opportunity to be happy and enjoy many years in that house, but that wasn’t meant to be. Now I just hope it sells, because then I can close the door on that chapter of my life for good.

good things

Thanksgiving has come and gone, though it has been much celebrated around these parts. My family’s most unique tradition is Turkey Notes, which are small rhyming poems written on each guest’s placecard. The poems are almost always eye-rollingly silly, but my family loves them, so we continue to do them, year after year. This year mine was about Sid, and Shane’s was about Herky. With my friends, however, we usually go around the table and list the things for which we’re thankful. I haven’t had a chance to share that list yet this year, so here, in no particular order, are a handful of things for which I’m thankful:

  • ShaneB and all the joy and good things he’s brought into my life this year
  • a great job that I love, even if some days are very hard
  • my family and an awesome crew of friends
  • the impending end of the semester
  • Project Runway and Tim Gunn
  • veggie breakfast sausage
  • Basil’s safe return, and the advent of Sid
  • We love Katamari
  • yellowbike (and maybe RAGBRAI in the new year??)
  • my healing arm
  • Bonnaroo

What are you thankful for?

Basil came home! We went to bed Friday night feeling sad and dejected and hopeless – our bed felt very empty without Basil trying to squeeze his way between the two of us. We left the screen door propped open, with a dish of food in the entry way and the cat door also open in hopes that Basil would miraculously come home. When I finally got to sleep, I dreamt that we found Basil’s broken collar. A number of our other friends also dreamt about looking for Basil.

At 5:30, we woke to Basil jumping into our bed. I have never seen Shane so excited or relieved. It was like the best Christmas ever multiplied by the best birthday ever for him. He hugged Basil so closely, and Basil was just like, what?. Basil’s a little dirty and smells like oil and leaves, but other than a little cut on his belly, he seems fine.

Even better, he’s interacting relatively nicely with Sid! We let the two of them meet yesterday, and Basil, while still hissy, has been very good with the baby. He’s mainly been acting like a grumpy babysitter, following her around and occasionally playing with her. We’re sooooo relieved and happy that they’re getting along.

In addition, and as Shane mentioned, many thanks to all of our friends who helped us search for Basil when he was lost – and to those who extended positive thoughts and prayers. Basil’s absence would have been much more worrying had we not had an awesome group of people helping out.

I wanted to post my list of things for which I am thankful today – but instead, and with many worries, I am cross-posting this:

At some point between yesterday (Thanksgiving) afternoon and this morning, our cat escaped. He is a 3 1/2 year old male tuxedo cat with traditional tuxedo markings. He has all his claws, and weighs about 12 pounds. He is an indoor cat and has very little experience being outside. We live at 512 W Clark St #1 in Champaign and have canvassed the neighborhood from Church to Healey and State to Prospect since noon with no luck.

Pictures of Basil are here:

http://flickr.com/photos/brixton/271830543/
http://flickr.com/photos/shanebee/182433668/
http://flickr.com/photos/shanebee/99589122/