by Jenise » Thu Aug 31, 2017 12:35 pm
I haven't posted to this thread in awhile. Reason is, in part, that I was away for almost two weeks--off to see the eclipse, followed by camping on and around Mt. Ranier National Park. We've lived here for 15 years and were a bit embarrassed that we'd never visited the park (but strangely, most Washingtonians haven't, it's just there--they see it from afar but never feel compelled somehow to get up close and personal with it).
Since we got back, I'm not sure what I've cooked. Carnitas tacos to go with the green chiles one night, green chile burgers another night, roasted salmon with fresh creamed corn last night, and leftovers another. But cooking at home is easy.
What I'd rather talk about is cooking on the road, in the tiny kitchen of my tiny house on wheels, whose name is Fritz, and with a tiny Coleman stove on a picnic table. I'm prouder of those meals than anything I do here. The majority of our camping trip was with one couple, Les and Barb, starting out in Corvallis, Oregon, from which we took a one-night break to meet up with Jim and Lee Ann in Battle Ground the evening of the eclipse. There I had promised to cook for them my "famous I-5 steak". Which is really only famous with Bob and I, one of those unplanned traditions that kind of made itself as the majority of our camping has occurred within shooting range of the I-5 corridor and the numerous trips we've made to Oregon and California in Fritz. Trips in which spur-of-the-moment meals have often been steaks, wherein which we've been lucky enough more often than not to find a couple Chuck Eye steaks in the meatcase of whatever market we shopped at. Luck is required because not all butchers separate that wonderful, tender cut from the Chuck, as fine as any rib-eye, and because each cow only produces a few. If you see them at all, you never see more than 2 or 3. But we seem to find them when camping, and I coat them with salt, sugar and ground coffee before grilling. The meat has just enough fat in it to bond with that coating and create a terrific crust that not only has a wonderful mouthfeel, the smell of caramelizing coffee during the cook is an amazing aroma in the great outdoors.
Another night while camping with the other couple at a beautiful riverside location called Ohanapecosh, I volunteered to do dinner. We'd set up camp early and I had time for some good cooking. Using only my little Coleman stove (one burner and an 11" square grill), I chopped and seared two clumps of maitakes I'd purchased in Salem with finely chopped onion and garlic, and then simmered/reduced them for an hour with white wine, chicken broth and cream to form a luxurious sauce to finish the ravioli and some fresh whole snap peas in. The only concession to circumstance is that fancy plating is gratuitous--though a salad course preceded the pasta, to serve the hot dish one just puts the whole pan in the middle of the table so that each person can help themselves.
My wine shopping and I have never had a problem. Just a perpetual race between the bankruptcy court and Hell.--Rogov