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Living dangerously aka/Black Cod with misoStephanie and Todd just left. They arrived yesterday afternoon for the Sidney Crosby game… Okay, well, it wasn’t “The Sidney Crosby Game” per se. Seeing as how he would have looked pretty ridiculous gliding up and down the ice by himself, slamming his body into the boards and dodging pretend opponents, darting in and out, weaving and bobbing and then scoring on an imaginary Luongo! So, let me rephrase. Stephanie and Todd arrived from Seattle to attend the Pittsburgh Penguins/Vancouver Canucks hockey game at which Sidney was playing. How does Meg know all this fancy information, one might ask? Well...it would be a gross understatement to say that my husband is a wildly crazed Sidney Crosby Fan. Do I need to say more? I, by the way, was saved from having to attend the game ( I don’t like the fisticuffs) because my son, Will was singing in a Christmas concert with his school choir and of course I wanted to be there. I watched beaming from the incredibly hard pew of the church where they were performing, and since I told the woman next to me that he was my son, both her, her husband and an elderly friend that might have been a father of some sort, watched and beamed proudly at my son too. (They weren’t parents there for Will’s school choir. They had come to hear the processional singers that the school got to perform with.) So my son had a whole row of listeners proudly beaming at him. Surrogate family for six songs. Anyway, our friends arrived. Came for the game, bearing gifts. Thoughtful gifts! Like really thoughtful. I’m a horrible gift buyer. I get all anxious, like whatever I get it’s going to be dumb or not fit or they will have no use for and it will clog up their cabinets and be an albatross around their neck. I’m about as good at gift buying as I am a clothing shopper. I have no idea. It’s not that I don’t love the people that my gifts are so uninspired, it’s just that some people have some talents and some people have others. Sigh. On the rare occasion when I get corralled into entering a store with a family member or friend, I try to deal with that slight panicky claustrophobia that set in, by watching them closely, trying to figure out what they are going to like, holding up suggestions. But what people like seems to change with the seasons, and what was a home-run last year is a oh-god-mom-never-in-a-million-years look this year. It changes too fast. I get overwhelmed in stores. That’s why I avoid them. Get in, buy what I have to. Get out. Actually, that’s a lie. My scenario is more like, walk in, look around, get overwhelmed, talk myself out of needing what I drove down for, by saying something like, “Hey, these boots are only 7 years old, the soles aren’t worn through and no one can see that the tiny triangle of stretch elastic at the top is unraveling when you’re standing up. And if they noticing that when you’re sitting down, well...Why are they looking at your feet anyway? Your feet don’t talk. If they are looking at your feet they must have a foot fetish and then that’s their problem to deal with not yours.” And then I feel quite relieved to turn around and walk out of the store. Quickly, I might add before, god forbid, someone asks me if I need some help! Whoa! I went way off topic there. Back to the recipe. I decided we are going to live dangerously my dear bloggers! I am once again going to post a recipe that I have never tasted. I am going to post it because Stephanie has impeccable taste and so I feel that if she says this is an amazing recipe, and since the salted chocolate caramels from Fran’s that she and Todd brought me from Seattle were yummy, this fish will be yummy too. Nobu’s (and Stephanie and Todd’s too because they wrote it out and brought it!) Black cod w/Miso
1lb black cod (sable-fish)
-Marinate for 24-72 hours.
Posted by Meg Tilly on Sunday, December 09, 2007 in Recipes Page 1 of 1 pages |
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