I eagerly checked my mail yesterday because I've been waiting for a week for the arrival of the Dresden Dolls eponymous studio album, and found there instead a letter from my aunt. It seems that news of my jalapeņo fetish has leaked to the family (providing, no doubt, a source for amusement given our northern european heritage and typically New England fare at family gatherings), and she had clipped a recipe for me from (I think) the Boston Globe.
When I was doing research for the Ode to Jalapeņo, one of the consistent problems I encountered was finding a dessert that actually sounded good. Believe it or not, to me, this one fits that bill.
I like seafood. I just don't do bivalves (except for stuffed quahogs, but that's really just fish flavored stuffing with Durkee RedHot (tm) splashed on top, so it ain't exactly a fair comparison).
Generally, I don't end up eating a lot of seafood though, because I have a fundamental problem with the way that it's done in Boston. You start with really good fish that's only been dead for about the same amount of time that the patron has waited for a table, then screw it up to the point that it more closely resembles something you'd find in the Gorden's section of the frozen food aisle.
Buy an overpriced, marginally clever shirt and help support my sanity. [how?]
Proceeds from sales go directly to help maintain the place in Maine that I go to regain a grip on reality.
It's an old cabin in an area that's close enough to be almost convenient, and far enough that there aren't massive swarms of other tourists about. I've been going there three or four times a summer for over ten years, and it's always fun and relaxing. It's an old place though, and it needs all the help it can get. [hide this]