Revisiting a Memory for a New Friend

THE AMAZING MEMORY RECALL POWERS OF FISH STICKS - Published on: May 11, 2011

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Tuesdays turn me into a bachelor as my girls hit the dance studio until the evening hours.  With bachelorhood come pathetic dinners that I make for myself, typically on the fly.  In my haste to get something prepared I quickly threw some fish sticks into the oven. If there's one thing I love but rarely enjoy, it's fresh seafood. Compressed fish briquettes out of a box qualifies as seafood?  Not in the slightest. But, they did send my mind reeling back to the most unique, and delicious, seafood dinner I've ever enjoyed.  Fresh halibut in Alaska.  Prince of Wales, Alaska, to be exact, while I was on a solo kayak trip there recently.

While on my ten day solo excursion, I landed my yak in a little village called Hydaburg one evening.  Upon asking a very drunken native where a foreigner could find a served dinner, he directed me on a mile hike down a few trails and a dirt road to the only restaurant in town.  I found the establishment, and was greeted by a husband and wife inviting me inside with open arms.  I was shocked.  I was famished.  I was tired of tuna packs and almonds.  I threw caution to the wind and obliged.

After admiring the ornate garden out front, I entered through the little wooden vestibule on the left.  The blue plastic tarp beautifully diffracted the sunlight overhead, creating a soothing mood to accompany the AM radio softly playing in the corner.  Once through the reception area, I was escorted into the main dining room on the right, and seated at a card-table and folding chair of my very own and presented with a hand written menu.  My "fresh halibut dinner" request was pulled from an Igloo ice chest, filleted and prepared right before my very eyes.  I enjoyed a couple bottles of ice-cold home brewed ale, all the while enjoying conversation with my hosts to the fullest.  It was without question the most incredibly satisfying and memorable seafood dinner I'll probably ever have.

Moments like these are why I appreciate going walk-about and getting lost in the world off of the beaten path.  Had I not gone to Alaska solo, had I not pulled my kayak ashore in this remote village, and had I not listened to the advice of a drunkard, I would not be reminded of this unforgettable experience by simply putting fish sticks in the oven.  

Like my favorite slogan reads, "life begins where your comfort zone ends."  Peace.

 

The Beasts Within the Imagineer

I know I shouldn't admit to this, but more important to me than my daughter's grades in her "academic" classes is her progression as an artist.  She's always been a dreamer, a doodler, a sketcher, an imagineer.  And we all know that without art our eARTh is just eh.  I am convinced that a person's ability to communicate what's in their imagination via the medium of paints and chalks is a skill that feeds every other avenue of being a successful and creative person in life.  When she brought home a couple of this semester's pieces, I was yet again overly pleased.  

Dream big my love and make your mark.  The earth is yours to scorch before you with your beautiful manner... with the help of your sweet little dragon.


Pumpkins & Polaroids

I wasn't feeling it at first.  Maybe because it wasn't cool enough outside for October.  Or, maybe because it was an overly lazy Saturday for a change.  But I manned up, brewed an espresso, and wham-o.  I was back on my regular October game with my two beautiful girls who were already fired up and ready to carve.  Like experienced surgeons, we prepared the operating table and laid out our surgical tools in careful and determined fashion:  A pencil.  Way too many knives.  A raspy edged scooper.  And, my favorite tool of all, a polaroid camera... in pink of course.  

Happy carving everyone.