tonight

I’m sleepy and want to go to bed, but I have to do an interview on a radio station in a few minutes.  They want to talk about life and my books and what-not.  Apparently, it’s a heavy metal radio station.  I’m fine with that.  I figure all kinds of people, listen to all kinds of music and maybe they have kids that might like Porcupine.  Besides, they are the ones who tracked down Melissa at my publishing house, so somebody at that station must like my writing. 

I made swordfish tonight on the BBQ.  I’ve never cooked swordfish before.  I made up a marinade to brush the fish with.  I was a little worried, because I just poured some stuff into a cup and chopped and diced a few things and added a splash of this and a dab of that until it tasted like maybe it would be good.  Don watched in horror, because he was the one who splurged on the swordfish and was afraid that I was going to ruin it. 

I was afraid I was going to ruin it too, but that made it even more fun, like I was doing a high-wire act without a harness. 

Well, the swordfish was a huge success.  And the fresh corn and pot of wild rice were tasty as well. 

The only problem was, I was worried that the smell of the fish cooking would bring a big black bear snuffling around.  I brought the dogs out with me and they seemed fine, so that was good.  But around forty-five minutes after dinner, they started going crazy and whining and barking at the door and Don let them out and they went racing down the hill through the woods towards the creek barking their heads off. 

Oops.  I have to go and get ready, set up for the radio show.  A glass of water, etc.  So, I better wrap this up quick.

There may have been a bear lurking and maybe not.  The dogs were acting like there was something out there, but I didn’t see it. 

Will loved the fish and was a little disappointed ( a polite way of saying, grumpy) when I said, “Well, enjoy it, honey, because I have no idea what exactly I put in the marinade, or the portions, so you won’t ever be eating this particular dish ever again.”

Posted by Meg Tilly on Friday, May 23, 2008 in Chewing the Fat

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