Tuesday, 7:45 AM. 68 degrees, wind WSW, calm with gusts. Skies very hazy. The barometer predicts rain. The holiday weekend was truly filled with “those lazy, hazy days of summer,” that Nat King Cole used to sing about. The channel and the Island are pretty well obscured by fog.The picnic last evening was a great success, enlivened by two much younger guests of Myron's, Nonelle and her daughter Mary, recent immigrants from the Ukraine who live in Madison. They have adjusted well, Mary being a typical high school senior, her mother now successful in a banking career. That’s a lot to accomplish and absorb in a mere five years.
The fish boil was wonderful, even with headless fish. The recipe is simple: boil new potatoes with the skins on, with onions, add salt and pepper, boil until tender, add fish (chunks with bones in and skin on) and continue boiling for several more minutes, drain and serve with plenty of melted butter. We also had roasted corn on the cob, and Judy’s fresh apple and blackberry pies with ice cream for desert. A vodka toast topped things off.
Our Ukrainian guests are city people and I don’t know what they thought of the rustic setting, but they sure liked the fare.
Lucky and J.D. got lots of fish boil over their dog food and were happy puppies.
Today I have to get myself back into some semblance of a productive life.
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