This trip is a bit of a lark,
Not exactly a walk in the park
Where the polar winds blow,
Making blizzards from snow,
Up north, where it’s cold and it’s dark.
Our friends gave us a going away party Friday night, or maybe we gave them a party; either way we had a great dinner.
It was an extension of our Friday night potlucks, which will continue in our absence. With an original head count of nine for sure and four maybes, I made a boeuf burguignon.
Having seen the movie, Julie and Julia, I picked up two tips for the recipe: dry the beef on paper towel before putting it in to brown, and don’t crowd the mushrooms in the pan. From the net I learned to make a roux to thicken it.
While constructing the main dish, I put together guacamole, using six avocados and four fresh roasted Poblano peppers. I thawed out the fillet from Bethany’s huge ling cod, caught last August during our dream fishing trip on Alaska’s Prince William Sound.
Head counts at potlucks run notoriously inaccurate till the last-minute. Eventually, twenty-one guests arrived, and as always, we had too much food: fresh-baked challah, green salad, squash and asparagus salad, cut fruit, sweet potato casserole, chips, salsa, noodles, angel food cake with strawberries, bread, beef and fish.
The conversation didn’t stop with the eating; clean up continued after the meal. Three of us sipped at Crown Royal while we washed and dried dishes and put away leftovers. I distributed the rest of the cod to people who promised to cook and eat it within twenty-four hours. Our last guests left about 10:30, and Bethany and I rolled into bed, congratulating ourselves on a first-class dinner.
I hadn’t finished packing, but our schedule was flexible enough to permit items be put into luggage in the morning. At the last minute we remembered to bring exercise bands, a portable telephone for the landline, my electronic tuner, batteries, books, and CDs.
John, our good friend, will be house sitting while we’re gone. (He has a fifth degree black belt and he knows how to shoot.)
As I write, Bethany and I are en route to Alaska for a winter adventure, back to Barrow for the end of the sixty-three day Arctic night. She plans to work as a substitute teacher and I’ll be back working at the hospital.
We stayed in Anchorage Saturday night and Sunday, visiting our friends Les and Beth, whom we’ve known since Wyoming. Les and I discussed the fine points of vitamin D, calcium, and phosphorus metabolism, along with genetics, skin color, and astronomy, in relation to one of his current pediatrics cases. We fried potato pancakes (latkes) and ate salmon we caught in August and had smoked.
Later, the group enlarged, the erudition base broadened, and the discussion ran from the Constitution to free trade (as defined in 1775), free trade (as defined in 2011), economics, the gold and silver standard, the process of Constitutional amendments, the price of manufactured goods, the Swedish Empire, freedom of religion, and excesses of monarchs.