I'm having Dick's for breakfast

So last night we had some people over again, to attempt to cook and eat Moby Salmon, the great white salmon El Jefe brought home from the Whole Foods:



That's a huge fish, my friends. What's really great about this huge fucking fish is that he went in there to get a mackerel. Or possibly a couple mackerels. But since they didn't have fresh mackerel and the frozen wouldn't thaw in time, they upsold him to Moby Salmon and I'm glad because that fish was goddamn delicious.

For people that don't know, salmon is a huge thing in the Northwest. People in Florida may have never heard of, say, copper river salmon, but for the short time it's available here, it's heavily advertised and people go crazy. A white salmon is apparently a genetic mutation of some sort (I'm not clear if it's a sub-species or a 1-in-100 kind of thing), that makes the fish taste finer and less salmony (true), but it's also fattier and more finely marbled, leading to a smoother, tastier fish (double true!).

So a few folks came over, including Russ and Morgan (who is my most favorite mean girl ever), and Laurell (thanks for the delightful hot toddy!) and Rob and Lucas and Vanessa (who found a way for me to bowl in February! Yay!)

Me and my favorite mean girl:



I thought I said some crazy things, but Morgan has showed me that clearly, I'm an amateur, and I like that.

After many hours of suspense and merriment (I really should have been sleeping, but I love these people and really wanted the fish), the Moby Salmon was finally revealed!



Sadly, you can't really tell how huge the fish was from this picture. Suffice it to say that those tongs aren't small or mini-tongs by any means. And it's on top of and covered with deliciousness. The salmon was laid on a bed of awesome salad, with this olive-y delight on top — I don't know what it's called, but it's basically puttanesca without the red sauce.

It was in fact absolutely divine, if a bit frightening:



After feasting on our vanquished foe, I went to bed, but everyone else continued to party. Apparently there was ice cream and apparently someone decided that going to Dick's and getting burgers would be a fine thing to do. I don't have any reports yet on how toasted these decision makers were, but at least they weren't demanding banjo-playing.

And they were nice enough to get an extra burger for me, which I have had with my breakfast tea. Yum.

. . .

To go back up a step, the first time I looked at the picture of morgan and myself it weirded me out, because I thought I was sitting on the other side of her. But then I realized that hey, I was! And the door is on the other side of the room! Turns out the camera on my phone reverses the images you take when it's closed vs. when it's open.

I suppose that makes sense if you think about people using that as sort of a mirror — I can recall at least one instance where Jake used his digital camera to such effect — but it's odd. Although...when I think about it, I've had pictures I've taken with the phone closed come out crisp, but become blurry a little later. I don't know if that has anything to do with that, but it's really really annoying.

. . .

So tired. My cough is worse (!), but I feel a bit better anyway, though there are signs my mental acuity is off a bit from the early hour waking. And hey, I have tomorrow off so I can sleep in forever. I might need that, since we're going to a pub to watch the game after work today and if the Seahawks don't choke (I'm not a jinx!), a bit of celebration might be in order.

Hoo-ah!