I am a morning person at heart. I love getting up early. [OK, maybe not the very-first-alarm-ringing-waking-up part, but basically everything after that.] I like to catch a glimpse of the world when it is still, and calm, and peaceful, and quiet(er). I appreciate my cup of coffee, and the freedom that comes from having answered all my emails before the recipients are awake to toss replies back at me (this is less rewarding now that my early morning is actually early evening to many of the people I email, but whatever). I get a little thrill thinking about what I’ve gotten to enjoy, and yes, accomplish, before most people even get their morning shower.
Lately, though, KMN has been working pretty late nights. Since my schedule is flexible, and I rather enjoy hanging out with my husband (even if we’re just computing side-by-side), I’ve been staying up later, and therefore sleeping in later, than usual. But this week, I’m trying to get back on track. Tuesday was a resounding success. I managed to get the dishwasher emptied, the washing machine filled, my email inbox emptied, my stomach filled, a blog post posted, and myself out to the bus stop a bit after 7 AM. I was headed for Yin Yoga class.
[Yin yoga may be unfamiliar to many of you – it was to me until a few months ago. But in case not all of you want to read several picture-less paragraphs about it, I’ve tucked a separate yin yoga post here. I suggest you read it, but heck – I’m a little biased. You’re adults, do what you like.]
[Welcome back! Or not. Up to you.]
I was feeling relaxed and limber after yoga class, and decided to be lazy (efficient?), so I kicked out 30 easy minutes on the treadmill at the gym. Everything felt good, and I laughed along with a random mid-December episode of The Ellen DeGeneres Show. Yes, I’m the girl running along, headphones on, lost her in own little world and laughing hysterically at Ellen. So what?
This was a confidence building workout for me, because I was so caught up in Ellen that I forgot to worry that my IT bands would start twinging until I was finished…and they weren’t (twinging). Whoot! I completed the workout with 10 minutes on the foam roller. And to everyone else who was in the stretching area of the gym, I swear this was good 10 minutes, despite the pained sounds I was making.
After my workout, I popped into the supermarket – conveniently located just downstairs from the gym. It is just 2.5 weeks until Chinese New Year, so the decorations and treats are out in full force.
I was only supposed to pick up some produce and fish for dinner, but somehow ended up with three full grocery bags. I sometimes still forget that traveling on public transportation means I have to be conservative in the amount of stuff I’m toting with me. Thankfully, the morning rush had passed, so my bags and I got two bus seats all to ourselves.
One of the consequences of an early morning is the need for an early lunch. I was ravenous by 11 AM, and devoured the beancurd and sushi I’d brought home (OK, maybe I was also hungry 90 minutes earlier, when I was at the supermarket…). Bonus? I learned something from my supermarket sushi:
I was still hungry, so I enjoyed some yogurt and grapes, then finally settled down to work with a delicious snack/dessert:
Since work isn’t as much fun to talk about as food, let’s jump straight to dinner. But first, I have to confess that I’m a cheapskate. I wanted to make fish for dinner, and I’m not quite gutsy enough yet to buy and steam the whole fish yet (soon, though, soon!). So I wimped out and decided to get a fillet instead. I was planning to get some kind of local white fish, but then the salmon started calling to me. I thought about protein, healthy omega-3s, good fats, and…resistance was futile, even though the price tag on salmon is a little steep.
As a compromise (with myself), I decided I’d buy the skin-on salmon, which was considerably less expensive than the skinless fillets. I reasoned that I have good knife skills, and should be able to slice the skin right off, with minimal loss of meat. And heck, I might as well save a few more dollars and buy the “Scale-On” salmon, since I was planning to cut the skin off anyway. So I came home with a package of scale-on, skin-intact salmon.
But as I worked through the afternoon, I started dreaming about salmon with a delicious crispy skin, like I’ve had at restaurants. You know what I’m talking about? Mmmm…. So I did a little research, and convinced myself that, with the help of some step-by-step instructions from Fifteen Spatulas, I could replicate that crispy skin salmon.
But now, thanks to my cost-saving-proclivities, I was going to have to de-scale the darned fillet. D’oh. So, I unwrapped it, grabbed my knife, and took a tentative rub along the skin. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Wait a second, does this piece of fish even HAVE any scales? It’s embarrassing how long I – a biologist – poked and prodded that piece of salmon, before finally deciding that the package lied. My fillet was not, in fact, Scale-On. My fillet was (whoot!) Scale-Off salmon. Score!!!
So, I rinsed, dried, salted, and re-dried that salmon before gently laying it into a pan with a little bit of oil, skin side down, as Joanne recommended.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have tremendous success on the flip – the skin detached from the fillet – but it stayed in one piece and did get nice and crispy. We served the fish over rice and sauteed veggies:
Are you a fish eater? What’s your favorite fish dish?
Ever been deceived by product packaging (or try to de-scale an already scaleless fish)?