Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ogden Cove, Lobster Lake, Piscataquis County, Maine

The first night on Lobster Lake we woke to the over and over grunting of a moose trampling through camp. The familiar sound we learned from the Allagash startled neither of us. The moose went on into the water and into the woods, and we followed.
Over the coals we grilled Mahi marinated in the simple holy trilogy of olive oil, salt & pepper. Served over scallion, green pea, panchetta and feta farro.
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Dutch Oven ButtermilkBuscuits

Farro is a firm meaty whole grain found at most specialty food stores, even Whole Foods. It's meatyness is what is all together missing from other rice. Either hot or cold, the snap of it's skin, under the grind of your teeth, not unlike the snap of Tobiko, young salmon roe, is glorious.

It is the perfect outdoor starch. It's hearty, packable, durable, easy to prepare and adorned with nearly anything.

We chose feta, frozon peas, scallion and cookset seared panchetta. A bed any self respecting Mahi would be proud to be supine upon.

It's heritage is italian, (blame wikipedia if I'm wrong). A whole wheat grain more ancient than all others. It looks like an obese mcdonalds fed brown rice, imagine the flesh of peeled spikes or ears of cultivated emmer wheat.

It requires 10-20 min of soaking begore its boiled, like pasta, strained (with a bandana of course), and served with what ever garnish you can dream of.

Add this to your drybag pantry, I promise boners and popping clits under the picnic table.

As for the mahi, it's mahi, slather it in good ev-olive oil, kosher salt and fresh cracked pepper, grill it, skin on. It's hard to fuck up.

Photos By Rick Beaty

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