I'm sure there are other fun things to do with bluefish, but you're a sicko for thinking of them.
I think that this post has permanently scarred many people.
You didn't mention thinly slicing potatoes and onions, putting the fish on top, and covering the whole with diced garlic, some lemon juice, and, oh, I dunno, maybe some oregano, for some reason.
As I said, 'Sicko'.
No, that actually does sound good. Baked, I assume -- broiling would leave the potatoes raw. Or stovetop in a covered pan?
baked, yeah, though actually I can't remember the details.
My sister is a substance abuse counselor, and she says that inability to bake cherry pies is one of the critical warning signs that they're always on the lookout for.
I don't mean to come off as cranky aging person or simply naive, but does anyone else find that bluefish simply isn't as good as it used to be? I am relying on faulty memory here, with the equally questionable confirmation of the memories of other members of my family, but: when we get bluefish these days, it doesn't seem the same as it was in the '70's. Less dark meat by far, less oily and delicious. It just doesn't seem to be the same stuff we'd feast on with corn and little red potatoes on hot August evenings in Matunuck and Galilee. I can't explain it, but it bothers me.
john: makes sense that I'm baking a cherry pie today, then.
You see? You're halfway or more there already. The folk song "Can she bake a cherry pie?" was traditional folk-psychology test meant to weed out tweaker brides. (One of whom, as some of us fear, our extended family may have acquired. We're monitoring her pie-making activities closely).
Now I want to start drinking heavily to disprove the theory. The pie was excellent, though.
6: Well, if it's all you can get in the winter I suppose it's all right. Anyone making a pie with canned filling in early July has no soul, though. (And I've figured out the ideal cherry-pitting tool. Fondue fork.)
Counselors are always on the lookout for faux cherry pies, of course. Just like people who learn to fake urine tests, some cheat on the pie test. In some cases canned filling would be OK.
The folk song "Can she bake a cherry pie?" was traditional folk-psychology test meant to weed out tweaker brides.
Other than the cherry pie test, are there other ways to find out if my bride is a tweaker?
Well, if she weighs 72 pounds, frequently stays up for 72 hours straight and goes into homicidal rages, and seems to be losing her teeth, you have some of the early warning signs. Early intervention is recommended, before it gets serious.
Come to think of it...
O ox-exed Alameida: where do cherries come from in Singapore? Canned or frozen, or do I have the climate all wrong?
I thought Alameida had a magical, omnipotent produce supplier -- didn't she blog about him a while back?
(I think "omnipotent" s/b "omniprovident" in 16)