Dishwasher Salmon

I will be hosting a small dinner party later this week where I have decided to serve salmon. It has been a while since I have used the particular recipe I have in mind so I decided to defer to the wonderful world of Googledom to remind me how I should best cook the fish.

Did I mention that I love Googledom?! I mean apart from having Alton Brown and The Food Channel right at my beckon call, I also have those who have stepped out on their own, charted new courses, and decided to share with us less established cooks new and exciting ways to get the same result. And that is how I found out about Dishwasher Salmon. I do not have a dishwasher myself, but anyone who knows me can testify that such minor details rarely stop me from trying. So, since I can not try right now I have decided just to share my discovery. Do let me know if you try this at home before I do!


Needs:

*salmon fillets
*aluminum foil
*a lemon
*a few butter pats
*electric dishwasher

Place the fish on two large sheets of aluminum foil. Squeeze on some lemon juice and place the pats of butter on the salmon fillets. Seal the fillets well in the foil, and place the foil packet in the top wire basket of your electric dishwasher. DO NOT ADD SOAP OR DETERGENT. Close the dishwasher door, set the dishwasher on the hottest wash cycle, complete with drying cycle, and let it run through a full cycle. When the cycle is complete the fish will be cooked just right.

Roller Coasters

I recently pulled out a high school yearbook and was flipping through memories. When I got to the page where my dear friend and former headmaster, Todd Burleson, had written me a note I said, "Ah, that's what he REALLY said!" Since high school I have always remembered what he had written towards the end of the note as, "Life is a grand and glorious roller coaster," and there would be occasions when that quote would pop into my head in moments of intensity or drama. But that's not actually what he wrote. Instead his admonition was a lot more proactive than the quip I had turned it into, "Keep working for the Lord. It's a great roller coaster ride."

Any time I think about the analogy of life being a roller coaster, or any time I ride a roller coaster (which is few and far between these days!) I not only think about Mr. Burleson and his admonition to me to stay the course, but I think of Six Flags New Jersey when the Shores and the Burlesons had one of the most fun times in my memory! The admonition and the fun were forever linked in my mind when I looked around me and saw that my closest friends were there with me, along for the ride—for the ups and downs, the screams of terror and the shrills of laughter. Yes, life is a grand and glorious roller coaster, but Mr. B has reminded me that there is purpose in it and that you never ride alone!

My Thanksgiving by Don Henley

A lot of things have happened
Since the last time we spoke
Some of them are funny
Some of 'em ain't no joke
And I trust you will forgive me
If I lay it on the line
I always thought you were a friend of mine

Sometimes I think about you
I wonder how youre doing now
And what youre going through

The last time I saw you
We were playing with fire
We were loaded with passion
And a burning desire
For every breath, for every day of living
And this is my thanksgiving









Now the trouble with you and me, my friend
Is the trouble with this nation
Too many blessings, too little appreciation
And I know that kind of notion well, it just ain't cool
So send me back to Sunday School
Because I'm tired of waiting for reason to arrive
It's too long we've been living
These unexamined lives

I've got great expectations
I've got family and friends
I've got satisfying work
I've got a back that bends
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my thanksgiving

Have you noticed that an angry man
Can only get so far
Until he reconciles the way he thinks things ought to be
With the way things are

Here in this fragmented world, I still believe
In learning how to give love, and how to receive it
And I would not be among those who abuse this privilege
Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge

And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
I wallowed in the springtime
Now I'm welcoming the fall
For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my thanksgiving

For everyone who helped me start
And for everything that broke my heart
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my thanksgiving

My Hope Is Built

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.

Chorus: On Christ the solid rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand;
all other ground is sinking sand.

When Darkness veils his lovely face,
I rest on his unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, his covenant, his blood
supports me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
he then is all my hope and stay.

When he shall come with trumpet sound,
O may I then in him be found!
Dressed in his righteousness alone,
faultless to stand before the throne!

Text by Edward Mote
Music by Gregory Wilbur