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lsandersonCabin Report
I spent a long weekend at my sister Karen & Scott's lake cabin on Middle Cormorant Lake. It was a beautiful weekend of the late summer. My cousin, Myra, and her roommate, Judy, were coming from Bismarck. My brother, Jerry, and his wife, Susan, were in the state because his wife's father had died and they were there to settle things. Karen & Scott built the cabin several years ago, but just enlarged it. I must confess, I have garage envy.
FRIDAY
We emailed about food and cooking, but the shrimp truck notice arrived a few days before I left for the cabin, so I suggested we eat fish & seafood on Friday. I left on Friday, and the shrimp truck was in the wilds o' Minnetonka or Hopkins behind a patch of seasonal road construction, of course. Nonetheless, I persevered, found 'em, and escaped with three pounds o' shrimp, a pint o' crab, and a red snapper, all of which I stashed in a Styrofoam cooler with ice I'd raided from the fridge.
I'd slathered myself with sun screen, and made it quite a ways west before it looked like it was going to rain. I hit an exit, and put the top up, missing about a hundred drops or so. When I got to the Downer exit, I took the top back down, wandered north following my sister's directions and actually found the cabin. (I've been there several times, but always following somebody and driving from Fargo, which is a considerably different route.) My cousin Myra, her roommate Judy, Karen, and Jerry were already there, watching a movie. I spent the movie talking to Susan in the sunroom. Scott arrived after work from Fargo. At some point, we drank some beer, and I stuck the white wine I'd bought into the fridge, and lined up the reds on the counter.
At some point, we realized we wuz running late on dinner, I had Karen throw together a rooster mayo with capers. Judy got the fun task of separating the stems from the thyme leaves, and I chopped shallots and red pepper for the crab cakes. I threw together crab cakes to sit in the fridge before frying. I made some garlic buttered and skewered the shrimp, and we tossed the snapper, stuffed with thyme, lemon and sauteed shallots into the oven. I'd fallen into our shrimp truck pattern, and didn't have any sides, other than the rooster mayo, and a shrimp stock base I threw together for the snapper, which didn't need anything. We cooked the shrimp on the barbie, but I shoulda had a sauce or more garlic butter for it. (Maybe with half a bottle or less of wine?) Then we dragged the snapper out of the oven, and it was just perfect. I think we scraped a few scraps off the bones and the cheeks afterwards and put them in fridge.
SATURDAY
Saturday was overcast. My sister cooked breakfast and lunch. She had a lot of veggies from the farmer's market, eggs, muffins. We took the remainder of the thyme, salt, garlic, paprika and black pepper to make a rub for the prime rib roast, and my sister shoved it in the oven. We took the boat out and went around a few lakes. Saw two young bald eagles and an eagle nest. Loon. Two seconds of mist, and wee bit of sunshine. Shortly after we got back, a poke with the meat thermometer indicated that the roast was ahead of itself, so we staged the baking potatoes through the microwave, yanked the roast to rest, and ran around getting everything ready. We sat down a bit early, and had another great meal. My line of wines, the reds, got savagely attacked that night, and a few of the whites got tossed into the fray too.
After we ate, we opened presies. My sister's birthday was in August, and my cousin's is the day after mine in December. Ittsa tradition I had not followed since we're getting together down here in December. My sister, however, was ready. She had pictures for Jerry and me, and pasta rollers for the Kitchenaid! Myra and Judy gave Karen a Jack LaLanne juicer.
SUNDAY
Sunday was clear, sunny and warm. My sister had a bunch of Colorado peaches she was concerned about, so we ran 'em through the juicer, opened a bottle of prosecco, and drank them. I shoulda tasted the peaches though. The Asti my cousin had brought would have worked better. The peaches had great flavor, but little sweetness. The juicer worked. I think it's the first time I've ever used one. I'm remembering scrambled eggs and muffins to go with the Bellinis. Since it was a beautiful, sunny day, after breakfast, we watched movies. My sister had Knowing, with Nicolas Cage, not my favorite actor to star with, and an incredible muddle of a film. Then we watched Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, which was much better than the Cage, but not quite my cup of tea.
That night, Scott went back to Fargo, and we grilled steak on the barbie. More red wine fell to the onslaught.
MONDAY
Monday was another sunny day. We packed up, ate breakfast, loaded the cars, and I headed south and east, slathering on the sunscreen in the car. Stopped once in St. Cloud for gas, candy bar, OJ and bathroom break, then back on the road. Got home around 3-4 and didn't get anything else accomplished.
PICTURES
I spent a long weekend at my sister Karen & Scott's lake cabin on Middle Cormorant Lake. It was a beautiful weekend of the late summer. My cousin, Myra, and her roommate, Judy, were coming from Bismarck. My brother, Jerry, and his wife, Susan, were in the state because his wife's father had died and they were there to settle things. Karen & Scott built the cabin several years ago, but just enlarged it. I must confess, I have garage envy.
FRIDAY
We emailed about food and cooking, but the shrimp truck notice arrived a few days before I left for the cabin, so I suggested we eat fish & seafood on Friday. I left on Friday, and the shrimp truck was in the wilds o' Minnetonka or Hopkins behind a patch of seasonal road construction, of course. Nonetheless, I persevered, found 'em, and escaped with three pounds o' shrimp, a pint o' crab, and a red snapper, all of which I stashed in a Styrofoam cooler with ice I'd raided from the fridge.
I'd slathered myself with sun screen, and made it quite a ways west before it looked like it was going to rain. I hit an exit, and put the top up, missing about a hundred drops or so. When I got to the Downer exit, I took the top back down, wandered north following my sister's directions and actually found the cabin. (I've been there several times, but always following somebody and driving from Fargo, which is a considerably different route.) My cousin Myra, her roommate Judy, Karen, and Jerry were already there, watching a movie. I spent the movie talking to Susan in the sunroom. Scott arrived after work from Fargo. At some point, we drank some beer, and I stuck the white wine I'd bought into the fridge, and lined up the reds on the counter.
At some point, we realized we wuz running late on dinner, I had Karen throw together a rooster mayo with capers. Judy got the fun task of separating the stems from the thyme leaves, and I chopped shallots and red pepper for the crab cakes. I threw together crab cakes to sit in the fridge before frying. I made some garlic buttered and skewered the shrimp, and we tossed the snapper, stuffed with thyme, lemon and sauteed shallots into the oven. I'd fallen into our shrimp truck pattern, and didn't have any sides, other than the rooster mayo, and a shrimp stock base I threw together for the snapper, which didn't need anything. We cooked the shrimp on the barbie, but I shoulda had a sauce or more garlic butter for it. (Maybe with half a bottle or less of wine?) Then we dragged the snapper out of the oven, and it was just perfect. I think we scraped a few scraps off the bones and the cheeks afterwards and put them in fridge.
SATURDAY
Saturday was overcast. My sister cooked breakfast and lunch. She had a lot of veggies from the farmer's market, eggs, muffins. We took the remainder of the thyme, salt, garlic, paprika and black pepper to make a rub for the prime rib roast, and my sister shoved it in the oven. We took the boat out and went around a few lakes. Saw two young bald eagles and an eagle nest. Loon. Two seconds of mist, and wee bit of sunshine. Shortly after we got back, a poke with the meat thermometer indicated that the roast was ahead of itself, so we staged the baking potatoes through the microwave, yanked the roast to rest, and ran around getting everything ready. We sat down a bit early, and had another great meal. My line of wines, the reds, got savagely attacked that night, and a few of the whites got tossed into the fray too.
After we ate, we opened presies. My sister's birthday was in August, and my cousin's is the day after mine in December. Ittsa tradition I had not followed since we're getting together down here in December. My sister, however, was ready. She had pictures for Jerry and me, and pasta rollers for the Kitchenaid! Myra and Judy gave Karen a Jack LaLanne juicer.
SUNDAY
Sunday was clear, sunny and warm. My sister had a bunch of Colorado peaches she was concerned about, so we ran 'em through the juicer, opened a bottle of prosecco, and drank them. I shoulda tasted the peaches though. The Asti my cousin had brought would have worked better. The peaches had great flavor, but little sweetness. The juicer worked. I think it's the first time I've ever used one. I'm remembering scrambled eggs and muffins to go with the Bellinis. Since it was a beautiful, sunny day, after breakfast, we watched movies. My sister had Knowing, with Nicolas Cage, not my favorite actor to star with, and an incredible muddle of a film. Then we watched Clint Eastwood in Gran Torino, which was much better than the Cage, but not quite my cup of tea.
That night, Scott went back to Fargo, and we grilled steak on the barbie. More red wine fell to the onslaught.
MONDAY
Monday was another sunny day. We packed up, ate breakfast, loaded the cars, and I headed south and east, slathering on the sunscreen in the car. Stopped once in St. Cloud for gas, candy bar, OJ and bathroom break, then back on the road. Got home around 3-4 and didn't get anything else accomplished.
PICTURES
