The ancient Romans have nothing on us. It's not unusual to have food from several countries on the table. Strawberries never seem to go out of season and of course you can also find those nearly indestructible grocery store tomatoes all year.
However, once in a while one of those long distance foods really hits a home run.
I spend a good chunk of the week working in Northern Virginia which is one of the reasons my blog has been quiet. Today I came home after going by Target to buy a new cooler. I bought the cooler because I had seen some beautiful wild Alaskan King Salmon at one of my favorite grocery stores, Whole Foods in Reston.
I bought a nice chunk of it along with some other goodies, packed them in ice and headed home. I got a little surprise when Interstate 66 was closed at Manassas. I was really lucky in that I saw the stopped traffic just as I got to the first Manassas exit and just hit the "Detour" button on my GPS and it immediately rerouted me up to Route 29 and instead of sitting in stopped traffic for thirty minutes while VDOT blasted rock in their lane expansion project, I was delayed less than five minutes.
When I got home we threw the salmon on the grill, Glenda got the boiling water ready for some Halifax County corn, and sauteed some Roanoke County Roma Beans. I popped the cork on a bottle of Nobilo Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand as the food finished cooking. We set the table to have the meal on the deck. The air was much cooler than what I had experienced in Northern Virginia where you could cut the air with a chain saw.
The pink of the wild King Salmon is the real deal, no color added. We've always been Atlantic Salmon lovers, but it has been a long time since we had a real wild Atlantic Salmon, and we had gotten used to the very good salmon that we regularly get at SAM's Club. This wild Alaskan Salmon was an order of magnitude better than what we're used to having. In fact Glenda claimed that it was the best she has ever eaten. We still managed to find some room for the Whole Foods brownie that I stuck in the cooler.
Now if we could just find some far flung tomatoes that are better than the ones were used to seeing. We did pick our first tomato on Tuesday July 12, but we still need another one or two for a tomato sandwich feast. I guess it's time to make a run to North Carolina.
