I decided to make a variation on scalloped potatoes. The day before dinner, I peeled the potatoes and sliced them with a mandolin into a bowl of cold water. I added a couple of russet potatoes to her Yukon gold and red potatoes she had given me. I swished the slices to remove any surface starch. I drained that water and covered them with fresh cold water. I used a technique I learned from my Aunt Margie. When she would prepare potatoes for Uncle Carroll to cook on the outdoor griddle, she would prepare them the night before soaking them in cold water seasoned with onion powder and white pepper. I added onion powder and white pepper to my bowl of potatoes as well as a couple of cubes of chicken bouillon. On preparation day I drained the potatoes in a colander. In swabbed the bottom of my glass casserole dish with a bit of olive oil. While the slices were draining I cut a thick slice of red onion and cut it into rough chunks.
Season with salt and pepper. I added
milk to fill about half of the casserole. It was an eight minute spin in the microwave (pulled just before the milk was going to boil over) to bring everything up top temperature before covering with aluminum foil and baking in a 325 degree oven for 45 minutes. I then removed the foil and covered the surface with a layer of four-cheese blend. Back into the oven for five minutes to melt the cheese
I prepared
two boneless, skinless chicken breasts by first butterfly cutting them and using the tenderizing mallet to even out the thickness. I then placed them in a brine made of salt,brown sugar and white pepper and let them
For serving I placed a chicken breast on the plate, added two grilled pineapple slices and then garnished with the onion and sweet pepper sauté. To go with the bright and varied colors of the chicken, I made a vegetable medley of whole kernel corn, peas and carrots. Although there was nothing from my garden in this meal, it is satisfying to prepare a meal with food you have grown yourself. More often than not the taste and flavors will be superior to the supermarket varieties. It just feels good to make that connection with the land much as our forefathers did not all that long ago. It was also an opportunity to share a meal with a neighbor who is a good friend; a pleasant interlude to discuss the daily trials and tribulations of life in this rugged but compellingly beautiful land called Alaska. Oh, and by the way, Margie came bearing dessert. She made a lemon pudding and fresh raspberry pie. And wouldn’t you know it, the raspberries were from my garden.

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