Benita, my stepmom was totally taken by surprise this Mother’s Day when Larry and I surprised her with a phone call and an invitation to look out her window. We were down below outside of her apartment. We enjoyed our time together this weekend, which is the first I’ve had the chance to see her since I was up last October to visit my father before his death in December. It’s been such a few years for all of us and just being together was lovely. We had Ivar’s fish-and-chips for lunch and went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. Plus hugs and Mother’s Day. My brother and I went to live with my father and stepmother when our mom had her second of three heart surgeries. We ended up staying until we left home. I was nine when this happened (moving in with them, not leaving home – LOL). She raised us as her own through some tumultuous teen years, supporting our activities as Boy Scouts and even took guitar lessons with me when I started playing at age 12. Her heart is gold. I realize that what I wrote in IG doesn’t really capture my thoughts on her presence in my life, that’s for sure. And I suck at IG, basically. Which is probably a good thing.
Grief is brutally painful. Grief does not only occur when someone dies. When relationships fall apart, you grieve. When opportunities are shattered, you grieve. When dreams die, you grieve. When illnesses wreck you, you grieve.
So I’m going to repeat a few words I’ve uttered countless times; words so powerful and honest they tear at the hubris of every jackass who participates in the debasing of the grieving:
Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
This post – a bit older (2015) – really struck a note with me. Just thought I’d post it here, for all reasons and no reasons. Read the whole thing – it’s brilliant.
This weekend I picked up a nice piece of Chinook Salmon from Newman’s Fish Company here in Eugene. It’s a solid place to get the best seafood in town (in my humble opinion). It’s been a go to for us since we moved here in 2009. Apparently this fish shop got its start in 1890! The full history is an interesting read, I think . . .
This weekend I used a recipe that I’ve adapted over the years and is not uncommon at all. The salmon is placed in a dish on a little olive oil, with onion rings and lemon slices placed on top. I prefer sweet onions but any onion will work. Then I put on the sauce, which is a variation of a sauce I remembered from my time as a cook when I worked my way up from dishwasher to prep-cook to line-cook at a place called Mad Anthony’s in Bellevue, Washington. Mad Anthony’s eventually became Anthony’s Seafood Grill, which is where this comes from and is part of the Anthony’s chain of restaurants in the Pacific Northwest.
We used to take a one gallon bottle of wine and pour half of it into another empty one gallon bottle. Then we’d pour in one quart of lemon juice and then fill the bottle with water. So the ration is 2 parts white wine, to 1 part lemon juice and 1 part water. Then we’d pour this over the fish and bake it in the oven at about 350 degrees. Simple and tasty.
Basically this is what is done in the image below. It cooks for about 20 minutes and is oh-so-tasty . . . .
So our water heater has been showing signs of failure lately: changing water temperatures, water not getting as warm as it used to, etc. I did some digging and found that (at least this brand) the serial number can be decoded to determine the age of the water heater. Who knew? Not me, anyways. The decoder was found on the website, complete with an example (which is always helpful for decoders):
Here is the label that is on our heater, which puts ours as being manufactured in October of 2006 (which is kinda old, apparently – again, who knew? Not me!):