Aftermath

There are still many in the dark at this point; we are realizing how very lucky we are. But even this misfortune has its upside: for this is the point where the Feast of the Thawed begins. One dear friend had 100 pounds of salmon in her freezer; the top layer thawed too much to refreeze, but not too much to eat! We came home with eight huge King salmon filets, which we promptly reduced to three by giving some away to the neighbors, re-freezing some and making a pot of soup.

Half of one filet, sliced thinly on the diagonal, went into a pot of onions simmering in olive oil. It was joined shortly thereafter by dill, salt, milk and a splash of California Gewürztraminer. A light green salad with avocados and tomatoes was all this meal needed for a tasty Sunday supper. (A loaf of warm crusty sourdough would have been perfect, but between not eating wheat for a while and the absence of bakeries with power, we had to make do with oyster crackers...)