Don’t Squall Line – Take a Bow Hook

Okay, despite the dumb title here, this is actually kind of cool. We got hit with some tornadoes here in Ohio, unsurprisingly, and during our oft-practiced ritual of late night basement shelter-seeking I checked the weather radar. And here’s the screenshot I saved.

With the approaching storm came some very noticeable backwards “C”s. I, uh, admittedly already knew what they were and represented because I spend many of my insomnia sessions reading internet articles about whatever happens to be on my mind at the time. And one night I had read about Doppler radar image signals. Yes – I am a nerd. But this was cool because I had never seen these so pronounced. And they are not, as you may have guessed, harbingers of happiness and inner peace. They are bow echos, and they’re indicative of rotation in a squall line storm front. And rotation is what produces tornadoes. And jet streams and the planet’s rotation send weather from west to east in this part of the world. And here we were sitting directly east of the storm’s path, with 3 bow hooks approaching.

But we won the meteorological lottery once again, and the storm passed us without incident. 4 tornadoes were recorded in Ohio that night, and they missed us. How long will our luck hold, I wonder?

But for now, I’ll avoid thinking how this could have gone and instead focus the novelty of having never seen 3 of these at once in such close proximity. Things that could kill me but don’t get to remain in the realm of coolness. For now.

–Simon

Sweet and Savory Salmon Sauce

Sometimes a random dinner attempt turns out perfect, and I think that yes I should indeed quit my job and open a restaurant. And of course reality sinks in and I remember that I don’t like working those hours, or customers in general. What I’d really like is to own a private supper club and compare notes with like-minded foodie individuals while mutually experimenting – oh, and to deny entry to any boomer clientele (the in-laws can come if they promise to behave). And to have enough personal capital that running such a money-hemorrhaging fantasy wouldn’t matter.

In the meantime, I’ll just have to keep my gustatory glory at home and keep my day job. Oh well. So here’s my recipe:

Top sauce:

  • Lemon juice
  • Mayo
  • Honey
  • Salt
  • MSG
  • White pepper
  • Mustard powder

Bottom sauce:

  • Browned butter
  • Salted butter

Procedure:

  • Whisk the top sauce ingredients until smooth and creamy.
  • Melt the bottom sauce in a steel pan.
  • Place the salmon (de-skinned) on the bottom sauce on medium heat.
  • Flip the salmon every 1-2 minutes and shake gently to coat, until the internal temperature reads 115 (see prior posts on freezing salmon properly to avoid parasites). Remove salmon and set aside.
  • Spoon the bottom sauce onto plate.
  • Place salmon on plate.
  • Spoon top sauce onto salmon. Top with ground black pepper.

I garnished with a pomelo, of all things, because I had one on hand that needed to be used up, but I think some mandarin oranges would also work – a sweet/sour citrus to balance the heaviness of the bottom sauce and mingle with the top sauce.

And speaking of balance – the sweet/savory combination with the mild but noticeable spice choice worked just about perfect. So perfect, that Liz said this should be a restaurant menu item. I’ll keep that under advisement while I build out such a menu for the above fantasy supper club. You aren’t invited.

But enjoy the recipe.

–Simon