fish fry

Leif G. left a package of Alaskan halibut cheeks in our freezer upon his departure last week. Come saturday, we had an empty fridge, save for a single egg, one beer, a half bottle of white wine and approximately 3 ounces of cream cheese left over from making salmon sushi. This called for ingenuity, or a trip to the grocery store which we were loathe to make. The end result was the most delicious form of desperation I have ever encountered (at least until desperate times find me with nothing but the trappings of salted caramels). It was a meal that could never be duplicated. We improvised everything. In Ireland, my friends were fond of the saying, 'hunger is the best sauce.' I would like to add desperation to that list of highly versatile sauces. When your fridge is empty, save for a single egg, and, by some chance alchemy, the food on your plate melts in your mouth and brings to mind a most adventurous friend whose labor = fish, you must take that for what it is.