It’s not just where you’re cooking, but where your heart is while you’re doing it.Main Course / July 12, 2017
Beautiful amberjack fish is a bright reminder of what’s wonderful about food, and living in the now.
We are between addresses at the moment. Most of my pans, dishes and utensils are in a box marked with “T” for Trailer and they are carefully wrapped and inventoried, stacked perfectly straight and sealed with care. They sit now, melting in a storage unit, patiently waiting for the time we transition from our temporary location with friends, to our mobile tiny home, until our carriage house is finished.
We are not doing this move in the proper order. It should be: Build home. Sell present home. Move into new home. Nah…not us. I’m not sure we have ever proceeded with life in the proper order. But then again, I think we all make plans that get messed up. Here’s what I believe: Trouble doesn’t start when your plans fall apart, trouble starts when you believe you have the power to KEEP THOSE PLANS FROM falling apart. That’s what swallows you whole and takes away the joy of life. That’s what gives you sleepless nights. In fact, the root cause of your stress, as it turns out, is that you’re mad you couldn’t predict and control the future.
Join the club.
As you look at the above photo of me smiling at my furry sous chef, Duncan, you must be thinking, “That sure doesn’t look like a trailer, or a tiny home. What an amazing kitchen!”
And you would be correct on all accounts. It is here, with our friends in Weddington, that I maintain my sometimes elusive grasp on the present moment, by cooking. And this opportunity to be somewhere other than home would not have happened to us had our all our plans worked out. We wouldn’t be blessed with the chance to really get to know our amazing and generous friends who have taken us in while we prep our lot. We would have missed the chance to feel the perpetual and authentic love of their Golden Retriever, Duncan whose big brown eyes and wagging tail can literally heal anything. And we wouldn’t have learned the valuable lesson that you don’t have to be “home” to be HOME.
My easy and piquant ginger blueberry sauce literally galvanized the flavors of the dish, and brought a bright note of sweetness and heat to the meal.
Below you see the composition of layering flavors. Beautiful and slender yellow and green squash was luxuriously sauteed in butter and garlic, and was crowned by radish micro-greens gently tossed in a light vinaigrette of lemon juice and fine olive oil, with a sprinkling of sea salt. The pearl couscous is almost like the sands of a beach holding up the amberjack fish lest is float away.