OK, bad news first. I don't have a recipe for you today. I know I haven't posted one in a while, or posted anything for that matter, but I've been busy being out of town, on vacation, in Alaska.
For whatever reason that state needs to be italicized when being introduced. I know it's just another state. Hell, I know at least half a dozen people who grew up there, but I still hold on to the stereotype of mysterious, untouched land filled with dangerous wild animals; thick, dark forest; uncharted, ice-covered territory. It's the kind of place suited for burly, bearded people wielding hatchets and living off the land, not a place to be taken lightly.
Well, as it turns out, my idea of 'what Alaska is like' may have been a bit over-dramatic. A scrawny girl used to city living can do just fine there too. She can relax and have fun, even. Sans burl and beard.
One of the highlights from my trip to The Last Frontier, was the incredible seafood at the Gold Creek Salmon Bake, just outside the capital city of Juneau.
