That there's French-talk for 'fish in the style of the miller's wife," and here's why ↓. Presumably a miller's wife would pretty much always have flour on hand and so inclined to use it.
[The blueberries are blue, not black. I couldn't get them to be blue to save my life, and I tried all kind of Photoshop nonsense. At one point I had a stack of some 20 layers of blueberries because I was hell-bent on getting them to be blue but nothing I tried worked, and that was with eight images so I finally gave up. They are now officially called bastard berries.]
| Camera stuff I realized the 50mm 1.4 lens does not have vibration reduction so I switched it out for the 18-200mm 3.5-5.6 which does have vibration reduction. I noticed when I enlarged the live view to maximum just how shaky my hold really is. Enlargements of things like pepper and milled spice are blurred because of that. Now, there are other solutions for that problem, a tripod for instance, is right there at hand, the ninja stance, and I could lay off the caffeine to steady the nerves, but what fun is that? This zoom is the original lens that was used to learn the camera so it is dear to my heart, but now that I've become accustomed to the fixed 50mm, this zoom is starting to piss me off. Its barrel is insufficiently tight to hold its range setting. The weight of the lens stack pulls the telescoping mechanism out of position when the camera is tilted one way or another, so one must find the range and then focus and physically hold it there. This is not just me being a bitch either, this is a well-documented problem, but now I realize what is making all those other people so angry. The other problem is the f-stop is high on the low focal end. That is, the closer one gets to the subject the tinier the aperture becomes. This can all be countered by increasing the ISO, which this particular camera allows to an impressive degree without noise, but still, all these photos came out way too dark and bolloxed with intense contrast and saturation. They were the devil to adjust post processing. And all that makes me appreciate this lens less. |
Peppercorn and coriander seed were pulverized in the coffee grinder. Oh, did I mention I got a new coffee grinder? It hasn't arrived yet so I used the old one which I fixed but I do not feel good about it. Here's how the popcorn tore up the third old coffee mill.
See? I told ya the popcorn chewed out a dentine pattern along the rim, if the teeth patterned happen to be the cartoon version of Ozark teeth.
I made it brief because I did not trust the edges holding up for anything longer than a single second of destruction, although I am pleased the third glueing of the blade held that long. The new one should be here tomorrow. And no more corn milling in the new coffee grinder for me, no siree, not me. I thought I could keep buying these forever because they're so cheap but now I've had a change of heart. The new grinder is twice as expensive so I resolve to be twice as careful, and when it breaks I'll consider going even more high-end with a burr grinder and resume my care-free dangerous ways.
Not much to say about the fish. I don't even know what kind it is. I failed to mark the Food-Saver packaging which means I probably never knew in the first place. It is some kind of white fish, it is flaky and good. No notable flavor of its own to speak of, a bland blank canvas upon which other flavors are painted in accordance to one's present mood and own's own selected flavor-palette.
What?
Bell pepper seared in a large pan. Removed to a plate. Fish dusted with seasoned flower. Fried in the same pan. Removed to the same plate on top of the charred bell pepper. Onion and garlic sweated in the same pan with butter and olive oil, doused and deglazed with sake, drizzled with lemon, chopped tomato and blueberries tossed in. Removed from the heat before any of that could thoroughly cook.
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