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The fish arrived a week ago to be kissed by a local TV reporter. On Saturday, acclaimed local chef Tom Douglas worked in clouds of apple wood smoke, grilling waves of fillets covered in a fennel and garlic rub as part of a fundraiser.
The arrival of the salmon has been a local phenomenon for decades, he said. As the first catch of the Alaskan salmon season, it is immediately shipped to top restaurants in the Pacific Northwest and places like Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle, where it can fetch $ 75 a pound.
The light fillets are fatter than many others, as the fish have to store energy before a particularly long journey up the Copper River. Mr Douglas said the fish had been increased as part of a major effort to highlight the benefits of wild-caught fish rather than farmed alternatives.
After making 200 servings over the weekend, Mr. Douglas noticed that some was left on the grill and put it in his mouth. “There is no reason in the world why this fish shouldn’t cost as much or more than a filet mignon,” said the chef. “It’s perfect.”
– Mike Baker
It doesn’t look like much. That’s how you know it’s good.
At the corner of East Carson Street and Becks Run Road in Pittsburgh, in the shadow of a concrete underpass, stands an inconspicuous square building that looks like a boarded-up hut for half of the year. The other half of the year it turns into a magical oasis of ice. Soft serve is the delicacy of choice at Page Dairy Mart, a Pittsburgh staple that recently celebrated its 70th season. But like other corner shops in former industrial towns on the Great Lakes, the ice cream from Page really is the epitome of the summer that you have earned it – through perseverance and a little bit of boredom.
There are all kinds of delicious ice creams. Texas has Blue Bell that is served in grocery stores year round. In New York City, for example, you can get a delicious and hip ice cream cone at Big Gay Ice Cream, one of many places to eat and be entertained in the city that never sleeps.
But nothing enchants summer like surviving an icy, gray winter in Pittsburgh and seeing the neon lights go on at Page’s: You did it. A stop at Pages isn’t something to be rushed to or put on a busy social calendar. It’s the main event. The days are getting longer and the nights are warmer and you have nothing else to do so go. You order a rotating cone of sprinkles and it melts faster than you can lick it, and you go home and watch the pirates im Lose television, and soon the lightning beetles will be blinking in the night sky. Summer is here.
– Sarah Mervosh