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I think it’s pretty cool to be included in the very first edition of the Echo Journal. Having worked in many area restaurants over the years, I’ve come to know so many people and so many places — towns that seem far removed from each other, even though they are separated by only a few miles of highway.
Teriyaki Beef Skewers 1/4 cup packed brown sugar 1/4 cup soy sauce 1/4 cup dry sherry 1 teaspoon minced fresh garlic 1 teaspoon fresh ginger root, peeled and minced 1/4 teaspoon white pepper 1 pound beef round steak, cut across the grain into 1/8-inch strips 24 6-inch bamboo skewers, soaked in cold water In a shallow bowl, stir together the first 6 ingredients. Add the steak strips. Cover and marinate at room temperature for 30 minutes.
Green Gazpacho with Crab 2 cups coarsely chopped, seeded and peeled cucumbers 1 cup chopped romaine lettuce 1/2 cup coarsely chopped green pepper 1/4 cup coarsely chopped onion 2 tablespoons olive oil 2 tablespoons white vinegar 1 tablespoon chopped cilantro 2 teaspoons chopped fresh garlic 1 cup cubed, crustless white bread 1 1/2 cups water 1/2 cup thinly sliced romaine lettuce 1/2 cup fresh crabmeat, shredded 2 tablespoons minced fresh chives Additional olive oil
Wild Mushroom Crostini 24 slices French bread, cut diagonally 7 tablespoons olive oil Salt and Pepper 6 tablespoons butter 1 1/2 pounds fresh wild mushrooms (crimini, oyster, shitake, portabello), chopped 1/3 cup minced shallots 2 tablespoons minced fresh garlic 2 tablespoons chopped fresh parsley 1/2 teaspoon dried thyme 1/2 teaspoon dried marjoram 3 cups dry white wine
That filthy “f”-word is back — football. It keeps coming back, year after year, whether I want it to or not. It’s like the poltergeist in that movie from a few years ago. It returns through the TV screen and refuses to go away, even after the beer and pretzels are long gone.
Many interesting things have happened on Aug. 1 over the years. On this day in 30 B.C., Octavian Augustus arrived in Alexandria, Egypt, and declared it for the Roman Republic. Apparently he had no clue of the calendar day and was rumored to have said, “OK, my name is August, and since this is my first day here, let’s just call it that — August first. Thank goodness we’ve gotten past that wretched July tourist rush!”
I don’t enjoy going to the mailbox any more. All I receive are bills, threats, sales ads from Kohl’s and Target and a variety of letters from AARP and many other places that need to remind me, on a daily basis, that I am getting old. The last piece of mail I received came from a noble company, warning me the government will only chip in $255 for my burial expenses. That should be more than enough, I thought — after all, I saw an ad for self-cremation in the last edition of Gout Monthly, for only $99.95.
I don’t have a hatred for modern technology — it’s more of a strong dislike. Really smart people have learned how to clone sheep. Stem-cell research may allow us to live forever. Soon we’ll be going to the optometrist to have Google installed in our retinas. And all I really wanted was someone to show me how to get the “Y”-bones out of a northern, or maybe how to throw a curveball — you know, something useful.
I think creatures that live inside their shells find claustrophobia to be an on-going malady. Sure, the rent is cheap and the location conveniently close to work—but can you imagine being shut inside two shells all day long with nothing but kelp and a Phish CD to keep you occupied?
I know a bartender who makes a mean Bloody Mary. I’ll call him Bill, because that’s his name. He would love to market his secret recipe but “Bill’s BM Mix” sounds more like the name of a bike store, or worse, something unfit to drink. If you think this is where I unveil Bill’s magic method for concocting the best Bloody Mary this side of Jenkins — well, you are sadly mistaken. Bill won’t part with it.