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Fish Wednesday: Leeks in White Wine Edition

May 15, 2008 – 1:33 pm | by nerd's eye view

Leeks are a tricky vegetable. I do like them but I’m not always sure what to do with them. I had them oven roasted at my friend’s place in Tuscany - that was damn fine - and in vichyssoises (leek and potato soup) but I rarely cook them at home. We received a bundle of them in our CSA box last week, so there was no getting around it, I was going to have to cook them. I cracked Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone and picked a recipe that sounded like it would do double duty with a nice white fish.

Marlin and LeeksEssentially, you simmer the leeks in white wine with a handful of herbs until they’re done. That’s exactly what I did and when the leeks were cooked through, I lifted them out of the pan and put in a hefty Marlin steak. Marlin, if it’s wild caught Hawaiian marlin, is considered a sustainable fish though I had a moment of crisis at the fish counter. I like marlin a lot, it’s meaty and dense and goes great on the grill. Steamed in wine it was moist and tender, but could have supported something a little less subtle. I probably should have let the sauce reduce a bit more before adding the fish- that would have made for a more intense flavor. No complaints, though, it was a nice springtime plate of food, mild with a little bite if you happened to get one of the peppercorns floating in the sauce. Yum.

A short side note: Lately, lots of people have been saying tremendously nice things about Nerd’s Eye View, both online and off… the good people of TravelPod, TravBuddy, Uptake, the folks that buy the links on my sidebar… just to name a few. To those folks - and all of you that bother to spend your valuable time reading this blog - I just wanted to say thank you. Look me up if you’re in my part of the world. I’m likely to invite you over for fish dinner. No, really. There are people out there who will confirm that I totally mean it.

File Under: Always Carry Your Camera

May 13, 2008 – 9:15 am | by nerd's eye view

My photo won the prize for “Most Unusual Object” in West Seattle Blog’s Garage Sale Contest. No, smart guy, the unusual object wasn’t ME, it was two huge bags of duck decoys.

Me: How many duck decoys does a person need?
Duck Decoy Guy: About a dozen.
Me: And how many do you have here?
DDG: Oh, about three dozen… do you want one? You can take one home…
Me: [Selecting a duck decoy]
DDG: Everyone knows the Mallard.

What did I win? A 20 dollar coffee card from Hotwire at the Junction. Mmmmm. Coffee. And a duck decoy!

Cap Hill Garage Sale Day is June 14th.


West Seattle neighbor and travel goddess Beth Whitman of Wanderlust and Lipstick has asked me to help judge her travel photo contest. The fabulous prize? An X-Shot Monopod. I’m not familiar with the gadget, but it looks like it could be a fun thing to have. You’ll need to register on Beth’s site, upload some pics, and send your absolute best to her. Details are here.

How to Keep Your Travelblog Alive When You’re Not Traveling

May 12, 2008 – 8:15 am | by nerd's eye view

The web is a graveyard of travelblogs, musings of gap year students, summer road trippers, one time round the worlders who thought it would be fun to share their stories while they were wandering. Travelers return home, cull their photos, flood the Flickr stream one last time and then… nothing. That’s fine for most, but what if you want to keep the travel enthusiasm going when your wallet is empty and your adventures limited to to the backyard? There’s plenty left to write about, even for the travelblogger at home. Here are a few suggestions that will keep your blog alive until the next time you’re off.

  1. Go local. It doesn’t matter where you are, people live there for a reason. Take your readers on a tour of your hometown as though they were your houseguests or you’d just arrived.
  2. Read and write. Many a traveler seeks solace in books. The travel journalism section at the book store or library is a great place to find adventure, even if it’s someone else’s. Don’t overlook the classics, after all, Huck Finn and Alice in Wonderland are travel stories too.
  3. Seek the exotic at home.We’re lucky in that if we go south just a bit we find Vietnamese communities, to the north,there are Korean and Indian neighborhoods… ethnic diversity is right out side our door. A few years back a friend and I attended the Scottish Highland Games, a mere 1/2 hour drive from here, and earlier this year, we attended the Cambodian New Year’s Festival, just two miles away.
  4. See it all as a trip. Even the shopping mall suburb has a story. Find the tiny community museums and learn about the place before the townhomes.
  5. Find the festivals and fairs. A quick search of my local paper’s festival calendar turns up a Norwegian Festival, a Native American cultural event, something called Viking Fest (horns and helmet, anyone?) and that’s just on the first page. Spring and summer are here; what’s on near you?
  6. Travel on your stomach. Think about how much the food you eat defines a place. Food and travel are excellent companions, why not try to write about your dinner. Seafood is an inseparable part of Seattle, as are the Chinese and Vietnamese restaurants in the International District. Food that’s distinctive to where you’re from can be as interesting as food from far away places.
  7. Plan your next trip.There are a few travelbloggers I read who published the exhaustive details of their planning phases before they even stepped foot out the door. I can think more than one blog where I found the reading at the planning more compelling then the travel writing.

Just about anytime you go from A to B, there’s the potential for adventure. Keep your eyes open. Remember the details you observed when you were in Buenas Aires or Stockholm or Hanoi and look for them at home. Think of writing about travel as writing not so much about the act of being in motion, but as writing about PLACE. Then, look at where you are. If you’re still a traveler at heart, you’ll have no trouble bringing that enthusiasm to continuing your blog, even if you’re standing on your own front porch.

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The Two Dimensional World Traveler

May 9, 2008 – 7:37 pm | by nerd's eye view

He arrived a bit travel worn, but he sat quietly until we could spend some time with him and the weather improved. He’s not really set up for rain, and we’ve had too much of it. Then, I was too busy to show him around, so he just hung out, not asking for much. I felt kind of guilty, I’d said I would host and then, the work I’d been waiting so long to get finally started, so there was little time. I took him with me to Ukulele Sunday and out to the software ranch, but I couldn’t really pay attention to him and do what I needed to get done at the same time.

Finally, we had a beautiful afternoon and I was able to clear my desk. We all got in the car and headed down to admire the view at the waterfront.

Flat Stanley @ Alki

We check out the view from Alki Beach, West Seattle

We’re delighted to have the easiest house guest in the world hanging out with us, Flat Stanley. We know he was in Germany before he came here, though he had a stopover somewhere in Minnesota on his way to our house. He arrived with a short explanation from his home in Worthington, Ohio. It’s our job to show him around, take some pictures of him seeing the highlights of our city, and then, send him on to somewhere new. We’re hoping to get him off to Hawaii, of course.

Flat Stanley @ AlkiI love the idea of this, it’s a little bit like the garden gnome in Amelie, though more educational. We’ll scribble a little writeup about Seattle, print our photos, maybe toss in some postcards, and send a trip report back to Flat Stanley’s host school. The kids learn about new places from the people that live there, which is a great idea because individuals see their homes so differently than encyclopedias do. It’s geography made real, what’s not to like about that?

Truth be told, I am outrageously envious of our 2D friend. Off he goes, on his cheap postal service fare, carrying nothing but his sleeping bag (a manila envelope) and his letter of introduction. He arrives at the welcoming home of strangers who show him around and then, whoosh, where he goes next is anyone’s guess! I find the whole idea so thrilling that I would like nothing more than to BE Flat Stanley. The human Flat Stanley, going to wherever my hosts deem is the next destination - what an awesome adventure that would be!

In Which We Unapologetically Eat a Lot of Chocolate

May 6, 2008 – 11:46 am | by nerd's eye view

In it’s pure dark form, chocolate has indeed been shown to be “heart smart,” with more antioxidants than black tea or red wine, as well as lots of magnesium, iron, and potassium (all vital to women’s health). It can also ease anxiety and depression, as it contains serotonin and theobromine, which act on brain receptors and have a beneficial influence on mood. –French Women Don’t Get Fat

Well, thank god for that. Because shortly before I received the PR copy of French Women Don’t Get Fat (revised with recipes), I received a bunch of chocolate from the PR folks for Green and Black’s Chocolate. The goodies from Green and Black’s came with a little educational pitch on how to hold a chocolate tasting, who knew?

Before I go any further, just so it’s perfectly clear: the chocolate and the copy of French Women Don’t Get Fat came from PR companies. Disclaimer enough? Okay.

Some people around my house are addicted to sweets, I ain’t saying who. And some people, in combination with their addiction, are terribly snobby about their sweets, making for a rather expensive habit. Others are not quite so discerning, they’re satisfied with a Snickers Bar or a Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bar. To them, I say, “Can I have a bite?” even while saying “Don’t you have anything better?”

In French Women Don’t Get Fat, there’s a whole lot of talk about quality, quality, quality. The French, it seems, have cornered the market on epicureanism and it’s their indulgence in the best stuff that keeps them from overindulging in anything - one ounce of quality chocolate is equal to snarfing down an entire jumbo sized Hershey bar. That’s the trick, apparently, to staying svelte.

I don’t happen to think that bit about the French being the pinnacle of epicureans is true though admittedly, I’m a total dilettante, my travels and living abroad have ruined me for a lot of things. I do prefer dark chocolate to milk, and I think white chocolate is beside the point and I don’t like it very much. In spite of the clear quality of the Green and Black’s I didn’t like their white chocolate any better than Milka white chocolate, which I’ve eaten too much of on accident because I “forgot” to give it away. I do like the Milka with whole hazelnuts, though once we got some Italian knock off brand at the Hofer (a sort of food clearance store in Austria) that was superior in all ways. I’ve intentionally stayed away from the chocolates at my local French bakery, more out of fear of addiction than fear of lousy quality - once when they were out of twice baked almond croissants I had the twice baked chocolate instead and oh, let’s just say that it was an immensely satisfying experience.

The Green and Black’s chocolate was awfully nice, even the milk chocolate preferring husband had to admit that it was damn fine snacking while I had to concede that the milk chocolate they make is better than anything from the choco-industrial complex. The Maya Gold, their “signature” was damn fine, you taste it with your whole mouth, instead of just this waxy sweetness, there’s so much more… it took everything out of me not to snarf the whole thing down in a frenzy, a very anti-French way of enjoying food, excellent quality be damned.

There are three bags of chocolate chips in our pantry, they’re waiting to be made into cookies, of course. Chocolate chip cookies are also anti-French, I think, but there’s few things that are so delightful - or American - as a chocolate chip cookie fresh from the oven, cool enough to eat but warm enough so that the chocolate is still kind of gooey. If we are to apply the French style moderation, we’d make them in very small batches out of the best possible chocolate chips. That’s probably not going to happen.

I tend to stay away from diet philosophy because I believe (perhaps wrongly) that we all know how to be thinner: Eat less nonsense and get more exercise. I also stay away because I really enjoy food so very much and I think that a life of deprivation is a waste. I think French Women Don’t Get Fat talks about food in very reasonable ways, but I also think it’s nothing new.

More attractively to me, the book includes a recipe for croissants. It takes three days to make them - with a lot of resting time for the dough - and I think I’m going to try it out. Then, I can eat them with the last of my Green and Black’s chocolate and a really good cup of coffee. THAT sounds French in the best possible way.

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A Trip to California for Your Mouth

May 2, 2008 – 8:33 pm | by nerd's eye view

I went to college in San Jose, California and for a while, I lived just a few blocks from the San Jose State University campus. The neighborhood was a hodgepodge of working class Chinese and Mexican families and students. It wasn’t unusual to see a truck unloading big sides of pork - whole pigs split from snout to tail - outside the Asian market and it wasn’t unusual to stand in line 15 minutes just to order a burrito.

There were two places near campus - Super Taqueria - a counter service burrito joint that had great vats of beans always cooking for their righteous burritos - and Rincon Tarasco (I think that’s what it was called) that had home made tamales. Super Taq was a five minute walk from campus, tamales were a little too far away to walk, but someone often had a car. My fondness for Super Tac was such that it’s where we went right after graduation to get lunch, still in caps and gowns.

Since relocating to the Pacific Northwest, I’ve had to compromise on Mexican food. Sure, you can get a acceptable burrito at any one of the counter style places, Gorditos serves up some decent grub and I’ll put away a fish taco or two from Taco Del Mar. But let’s face it, it’s not the food I remembered from my California days. For the past - maybe it’s 14 years now - I’ve settled for less, save the rare trip out to Ooba’s in Redmond which probably serves the best Mexican food north of the 45th parallel. Or so I thought.

No one was speaking English at El Estacion, a good sign - it was Spanish, Spanish, and more Spanish. The big guy behind the counter has a friendly smile, though, so it’s not like you don’t feel welcome. There were two big families around raised grills with piles of onions and peppers and stuff for dipping, another family just past them. I wanted what they were having - the fajitas, it turned out - but I didn’t know what it was so I went for the old standbys.

The tamales are moist and stuffed with chicken that’s stewed in spicy green sauce, the meat for the tacos is cooked in some kind of chili red sauce and the tortillas are those little thick round corn ones. The salsa is fire, fire, and more fire, in red, for blazing and green for oh my god, I don’t think I can feel my tongue any more. The quesadilla wasn’t too heavy on the cheese or hidden under piles of fake guacamole or sour cream to make up for tasteless filling - it was just right.

The food comes out hot and fresh from behind the little counter, a girl in big lacquered earrings brings it to your table and if you’re me, which I am, asks you in Spanish who gets the agua fresca, which, by the way, comes in guava (yum) or horchata (something I’ve never acquired a taste for). Everything we ate was exactly 16 times better than anything I remember eating in California (it’s been a long time) and about a million times better than the best Mexican food I’ve eaten in the Pacific Northwest.

I loved this place - from the welcoming smiley guy at the counter who seems genuinely happy to see you to the pile of leftover corn husk wrappers piled up in the red plastic fast food basket of tortilla chips. I loved this place so much that I am currently wondering if I should go back and delete the name so that you never find it and it stays mine mine mine. Or, perhaps I should take everyone I know down there with me so I can say to them this: SEE! THIS is what Mexican food is supposed to be like! Not this flaccid, pale, sorry ass mossy on the underside stuff that passes for Mexican in the Pacific Northwest! THIS! THIS IS WHAT IT’S ABOUT!

A-hem. What I meant to say is this: I know where you can get quite a decent taco, if you’re so inclined. And some other good stuff too. If you’re jonesing for real Mexican food, give me a call - I’ll join you. Hell, I’ll drive. I can’t wait to go back. They have tortas, I’ll bet they kick ass.

Taqueria La Estacion is at 14820 Ambaum Blvd SW in Burien. That’s right, Burien. If you don’t want to take my word for the awesomeness, you can read some more glowing reviews here.