Here is a simple supper. Creamed tuna on toast with peas is a generational family favorite when you can't come up with anything for dinner! Lydia shelled the peas for our fresh garden peas and carrots. I made creamed canned salmon with a basic roux, fresh parsley and chive, and squeeze of lemon on buttered sprouted sourdough wheat toast (Alvarado St bakery). Lydia ran and picked the nasturtium for garnish.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
We spent the week in Kettle Falls. Grandma joined us our first day, and we found a quiet spot on the river where Gabe could float his boat, Sheba could fetch, and the rest could take a cool dip.
The next day we scouted abandoned logging roads and forests all day for buck habitat, with a stop over in an unexpected huckleberry patch. We picked about a quart of berries while Marshal dreamed of cheesecake.
The third day, we fished on a small lake; I steered the boat at trolling speed. Gabe caught us two 12" rainbow trout for dinner.
The fourth day, Marshal decided he wanted to buy his own alfalfa field overlooking the Lake Roosevelt Valley, and we spent the day touring a farm and visiting with our old friend Dane, the realtor.
On our last day, we drove to Montana and back to hug, hold, and visit with our Montana family. Gabe strode David's property all afternoon with his BB gun and companions, Sheba and Hazi, at his side from the moment we disembarked from the truck until we climbed back in again. He shot the pack rat David flushed from the shed, two squirrels, and a chipmunk. The neighbor had been complaining about the rodent population, and David told him that he had a nephew for the job. Gabe took the job seriously. His legs ached on the way home, but he was pleased with his trophy tails. I got to kiss and cuddle Virgil and watch Sierra cook; we lost track of time and drove back to the cabin late.
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