Sunday, February 21, 2010

Salmon salmon everywhere...

As you may have noticed, I cook a lot of animals killed by my husband. Its very cavewoman, but I actually enjoy it for the most part (exception: the pheasant - it had an actual piece of a shot pellet in the flesh, it was just disturbing). When Jeff went on his annual salmon fishing trip and came back with about 40 pounds of fresh caught fish, I was excited for the chance to cook (well, mostly to eat) such a fantastic treat, brought home to me by my caveman. Now, 30 pounds of salmon later, I am running out of ideas. We've grilled, baked, sauteed, and even fried our bounty, and we've tried about 10 different recipes for salmon cakes. Enough already! A woman (or cavewoman) can only eat so much fish - even if its been hunted down by her man.