What I eat, apparently

For the first time ever in my puny mortal existence, I grew something worth eating. I’ve got a splendid patch of watermelon that has conquered most of my backyard. Considering the size of my backyard, this actually says very little. However, there are actual watermelons growing on said sprawling plant behemoth. Many of them are shriveling up into tiny aborted almost-melons, for reasons I wish I knew. However, a lucky few are making it. I recently plucked the first of what will hopefully be many watermelons, cut it opened, and was mildly traumatized by what I saw.

It was yellow inside! Yellow! Well, orangish yellow, to be precise. I thought maybe I’d picked it too soon. I decided to talk to my good friend Google about this, and Google told me that there’s apparently several species of watermelon that are not red inside at all. Craziness! It tastes as a watermelon should, however, and that’s all that really matters.

I’ve eaten a chunk of that baby today, and will need to kill it off tomorrow, and Drew and I will be leaving for a 5 day camping trip then. This means it’s time to kill off as much food in the fridge as possible! We have entirely too many vegetables, for one thing! Thusly, salmon time it is!

This is ginger salmon, based vaguely off of some recipe I stared at online. It used up the rest of the basil, one of the last green peppers, one of the last tomatoes, and other ingredients that were not so important for the killing off but were very important for the tasting good part of things.

In any case, I won’t be posting here for several days, as I will be busy rolling around in dirt. Rest assured, there will be gloriously awful pictures upon my return. Or awfully glorious pictures. Really, either could describe the vast quantities of charred hot dogs I foresee sliding down my gullet in the near future.

Hot dang is it hot out! And of course, when it’s hot out and I’m hungry, the best thing to do is to eat like I live somewhere even hotter then where I currently live! Thus, the practice of baking meats floating in puddles of tropical fruit.

This particular instance of said practice involves salmon. This started off with the intention of being just Mango Salmon, but the pineapple was being whiny. See, mangoes and pineapples are pretty good buddies. When there’s a crazy salmon party going down, one has difficulty if it’s not invited and the other is. So I decided to let the pineapple in on the action. This turned out to be a pretty good idea, because this was totally a BYOJ event (bring your own juice) and lets just say that the mango showed up empty handed. Or as they say: my pineapple brings all the moisture to the yard! So the salmon got to soak a bit, quite enjoying itself I should add. The cilantro, as usual, totally crashed the party, but it definitely spiced things up! The carrots, stodgy old buggers they are, were there, but luckily the pineapple’s juices totally softened them up as well, if you know what I mean.

Post-party was a complete mess, as you can see:

My mouth was rather efficient at cleaning up the mess though, so it was all good.