Even when it's raining, and even when I'm sick, the Portland Farmers Market is still delightful. Stacks of squash, greens of all shades,some radishes, broccoli, beets, potatoes, brussels sprouts. I could go on for days.
I don't always work on Saturday nights so when I'm off, I cook. I cook a meal worthy of a Market day, a meal good enough for Saturday night.
I suppose I could go out to eat but Saturday night in a restaurant is a light version of the film "Big Night." If you're a fine dining cook, Saturday night will see you in command of a very busy station, calling back fires, and juggling saute pans. It's an absolute adrenalin rush. On the other side of the BOH/FOH Wall (back of the house, front of the house), Saturday night is amateur night. For many people it's their only meal out all week and they want it to be special. Actually, everyone --servers, managers, bartenders, cooks -- wants it to be special. And the kitchen will be busy.
So. Since I'm loath to dine out on Saturday night, and inject myself into that maelstrom, I cook.
Tonight I'm making baked ling cod with garlic and Everyday XVOO from Real Good Food. It's a Portuguese dish that I'm sure I've blogged before. With it I'll make a savory bread pudding with a day-old baguette, scallions, and chantrelle mushrooms (I traded for some kombucha to get the lovelies). The barter system is alive and well, and living in Portland. I'll round out the meal with sauteed Swiss chard from Spring Hill Farm in Albany, OR.
I think I'll finish the fish with some shaved chantrelles. It'll be delicious.
Dessert? A tart. No, not me. An apple tart that I made yesterday.
I'm listening to big band oldies and jazz on KMHD, prepping my mise en place, relaxing with a little wine and getting ready for a lovely dinner with my sweet fella.
I think I'm the luckiest girl in Stumptown right now.