In’r bones

26 Jul

I haven’t been blogging because

a) I’m depressed!

b) Not entirely, but a lady’s gotta priotize her creative pursuits when energy is low, because

c) I’m working on my first art show in four years and it’s suuuuuuuuckiiiiing the tiiiiiime ouuuuuutta my liiiiiiife (BUT IN A REALLY GREAT WAY, BTDUBZ), and

d) It’s summertime, which means I get a massive CSA delivery every week and I basically just eat whatever vegetables they bring me in a sauteed pile of nondescript healthful goodness atop some rice or with some bread or whatever.

When it’s hot out I really don’t give two shits what I eat, so long as it’s fresh and good for me. Thus, blogging material is pretty slim. But amongst all this veggie nonsense I was like, HOLY BALLZ TIME FOR SOME LUXURY MEAT PRODUCTS. And this new butcher shop opened downtown, which is kind of a big deal since Bellingham hasn’t had a butcher shop is forever and everyone’s like WHOA I CAN GET REAL MEATZ NOW! (I apologize for my excessive capitalization and z-usage, it’s been awhile and I forgot how good it feels to type my inner monologue). So I bought some bone marrow, which, coincidentally, is kind of the opposite of luxury meat products, since people feed them to dogs, but whatever, I like dogs so I guess it’s all good.

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I remember getting bone marrow at the Copper Hog and thinking it was the fucking CATS PAJAMAS so I was like, I got this. 

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Aren’t they lovely? Aren’t they perfect? I shoved them in the oven and sauteed some zucchini, spring onion, and fresh garlic with parsley, sliced some bread, readied the last of my favorite cheese (fleur d’aunis), poured some wine and was all HERE I COME, MOTHERFUCKER.

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Weirdly, uhhh…

well. It tasted like a wet dog in a fire. Don’t ask me what that means, but it was rough. The marrow was all chunky and gelatinous and runny at the same time. It had an unpleasant smell and generally just put me off. I smeared some on the bread, sprinkled sea salt and some parsley on it, and, hoping for a drastic change of heart, bit in. Still! Rancid tasting! WTF, DUDE!

I guess I’ve either lost my taste for marrow or I just epicly screwed it up, it’s hard to say what happened exactly. But at least there was still cheese. Can’t say I didn’t try!

2 Responses to “In’r bones”

  1. mighty Matt! July 27, 2013 at 12:08 am #

    I am fairly sure that you were a sailor in a past life, Sal; probably a pirate, some salty-yet-lovable cur of the Spanish Main. And before that… A bear, I’d guess, or possibly a honey-badger. Whatever the case may be, in the present amalgamation you are epically adorable. Who ever would have guessed, that I’d one day find myself envious of my little sister’s ability to swear so artfully?? You’ll have to give me some pointers, one of these days :-)
    Thank you for validating my longstanding belief that marrow is freakin’ nasty, and if we were supposed to eat it, it wouldn’t be packaged inside of BONES. Or at least, it would be appetizing somehow. Way to take one for the team!
    Love ya, miss ya see you next weekend.

  2. Tammy July 27, 2013 at 3:56 am #

    I had bone marrow soup once in Mexico and I really enjoyed it but I can’t bring myself to eat it now. Just changes, I guess. My dogs prefer them raw.

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