A rainy day. We've had more rain in the past 24 hours than at any time this spring, which is good. The vegetable garden hadn't yet gotten a full soak.
I finished putting up the fish I caught on the Copper River last week. The smoked fish batch came out of the smoker early this morning. I then basted it in Bushmills Irish whiskey, in honor of my dear friend, James Acord, who died in January.
He and I shared many, many bottles of Bushmills over the years. In the spring of 1976, we showed up in Cordova from Seattle on St. Patricks Day. At the Alaska Bar, they thought they had run out of Bushmills, but a guy who had worked there as a bartender in the 1950s was sitting there as a customer. He remembered a box of Bushmills that had somehow gotten stored in the wrong place. The bartender let Jim and I come along on the search. We found the box. The bottles had cork stoppers, and had been shipped to Cordova in 1949.
Below is some of the King Salmon ceviche I made from carcass scraps from my fillet of the big one from our trip. With purple corn nacho chips and Rosenblum Aparicio Zinfandel.
The flower of the Black from Tula heirloom tomato is the most interesting tomato flower I've ever seen. This one is about the size of a silver dollar. Here's one, from my greenhouse.
The tomato itself, when fully mature isn't very pretty, but it is the most delicious tomato I've ever tasted. The flower is second generation, from seeds I saved in 2010.