To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut

Hello all!!!
I’ve been house/dog-sitting for my parents this week as they’re visiting my brother and his family in Tennesse. This morning I got a rude awakening however, as my other brother stopped by my parents house to borrow a hand-truck from my father. I was dead asleep and the dog started going crazy. I seriously thought someone was breaking in. I was obviously disoriented because I had been fast asleep. (I work nights and I’m usually up until 3 or 4 in the morning. My little brother came over at about 9:30 am.) Anyway, that was my excitement and near heart-attack for the day.

In reference to my ‘Question of the Day’ there was a song that used to drive me nuts. It was actually from a commercial, the Mamwich song. (Mamma don’t make me another meatloaf, I don’t want no Mac and Cheese, I want some fun piled on a bun, I want a Mamwich please) I swear that song was stuck in my head for 3 solid months.

ஜ~§Quote of the Dayஜ~§

Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty; what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

George Bernard Shaw

ஜ~§The Question Of The Dayஜ~§

German has a word for everything, like ohrwurm. Translated literally as “earworm” in English, it’s the word for songs that get stuck in your head and won’t go away. What earworm of a song do you most dread burrowing into your head?

ஜ~§The Word Of The Dayஜ~§

PRONUNCIATION: [pre·car·i·ous] adj.
MEANING: 1. Dangerously lacking in security or stability, 2. Subject to chance or unknown conditions, 3. Based on uncertain, unwarranted, or unproved premises
ETYMOLOGY: 1646, a legal word, “held through the favor of another,” from L. precarius “obtained by asking or praying,” from prex (gen. precis) “entreaty, prayer.” Notion of “dependent on the will of another” led to sense “risky, dangerous, uncertain” (1687).
USAGE: “His kingdom was still precarious.”

ஜ~§What I’m Readingஜ~§

Nora Roberts: The Pagan Stone

Synopsis: Shared nightmares, visions of blood and fire, and random violence plague the longtime friends andQuinn, Layla, and Cybil, the women bound to them by Fate. None of them can ignore the fact that, this year, the demon has grown stronger — feeding off the terror it creates. But now the three pieces of the bloodstone have been fused back together. If only they could figure out how to use it.

A gambling man like Gage has no trouble betting on his crew to find a way. And though he and Cybil share the gift of seeing the future, that’s all they have in common. Were they to take their flirtation to the next level, it would be on their own terms, not because Fate decreed it. but Gage knows that a woman like Cybil — with her brains and strength and devastating beauty — can only bring him luck. Whether it’s good or bad has yet to be determined — and could mean the difference between absolute destruction or an end to the nightmare for Hawkins Hollow.

ஜ~§What I’m Watchingஜ~§

Tonight is: Terminator: TSCC, The Big Bang Theory, HIMYM, 2.5 Men, Heroes, Boston Legal and My Own Worst Enemy

ஜ~§Poem Of The Dayஜ~§

To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784

WHERE hast thou floated, in what seas pursu’d
Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawn’d,
Lost in the immensity of ocean’s waste?
Roar as they might, the overbearing winds
That rock’d the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe–
And in thy minikin and embryo state,
Attach’d to the firm leaf of some salt weed,
Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack’d
The joints of many a stout and gallant bark,
And whelm’d them in the unexplor’d abyss.
Indebted to no magnet and no chart,
Nor under guidance of the polar fire,
Thou wast a voyager on many coasts,
Grazing at large in meadows submarine,
Where flat Batavia just emerging peeps
Above the brine,–where Caledonia’s rocks
Beat back the surge,–and where Hibernia shoots
Her wondrous causeway far into the main.
–Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thought’st,
And I not more, that I should feed on thee.
Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish,
To him who sent thee! and success, as oft
As it descends into the billowy gulf,
To the same drag that caught thee!–Fare thee well!
Thy lot thy brethern of the slimy fin
Would envy, could they know that thou wast doom’d
To feed a bard, and to be prais’d in verse.

William Cowper

ஜ~§Recipe of the Dayஜ~§

Halibut w/ Herbs and Capers

1/4 cup chopped onion
1/4 cup fresh parsley leaves
1 tablespoon fresh cilantro leaves
2 teaspoons freshly grated lemon zest
1 tablespoon lemon juice
1 tablespoon chopped pitted green olives
2 teaspoons drained capers, rinsed
1 clove garlic, minced
1/8 teaspoon freshly ground pepper
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
4 (4 ounce) halibut fillets

1. Place onion, parsley, cilantro, lemon zest, lemon juice, olives, capers, garlic and pepper in a food processor; pulse several times to chop. Add oil and process, scraping down the sides several times, until a pesto-like paste forms. Pat halibut with the herb paste. Cover and refrigerate for 30 minutes.

2. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F. Coat a 7-by-11-inch baking dish with cooking spray. Arrange the halibut in the dish and spoon any extra herb mixture on top. Bake, uncovered, until the fish is opaque in the center, 15 to 20 minutes. Serve immediately.

Yield: 4 servings

Brightest Blessings,



2 Responses to To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut

  1. Pam says:

    You get extra points for finding a poem about a halibut!

  2. Penny says:

    Oh no! Now I’m going to grade papers with the Manwich ditty in my head. And just when I was really enjoying your blog, too!Grrr. 🙂

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