Blackened "Smoked" Salmon

Hello Bloggers! I have spent countless hours these last two days trying to figure out what on earth I could possibly blog about for an entire semester, and suddenly it struck me as fast as a bug hits a car windshield. My roommate Jessica and I have a door in our apartment where we stick post-it notes with little excerpts of, in lameness terms, ‘idiotic’ things we do. It suddenly occurred to me that I could write my blog about all the nonsense that my roommate and I have gotten into in the past week as well as the future mishaps that will most definitely occur in the coming months.
Let me preface this blog by saying that by no means am I nor my roommate ‘stupid’ girls, we are actually quite brilliant if I do say so myself. I mean we did get into college, wooh Go Frogs! Our brilliantness aside, I am notorious for being clumsy; whether it comes to running into stationary objects or accidentally smoking out our apartment (more details to come). My roommate is an angel for putting up with me, but she is infamous for locking herself out of our room and even better getting lost in the crazy maze of an apartment complex we live in called the GrandMarc. The lives of my roommate and I are by no means mundane and average, we keep ourselves pretty entertained, and I hope that our stories will keep you entertained as well.
Our adventure this week began on Monday when I had the brilliant idea of cooking blackened salmon for dinner. This past summer I lived on my own and became quite a decent chef, I am by no means saying I am the best but I do love to cook. Cooking requires a variety of skills, most important of all is patience. Well to be completely honest, I haven’t yet quite fully developed this particular skill.

Blackened salmon seems easy enough to cook right? Just defrost the salmon, sprinkle some different spices on the fish, plop it into the cooking pan and wop bam boom in two to three minutes your salmon is done!

Just my luck it took me probably about 20 minutes to cook this piece of fish.

The problem began with of course my impatience at waiting for the fish to defrost. (I was starving can you honestly blame a person for being impatient). After about five to seven minutes the fish “felt” seemingly defrosted except that the two pieces of fish were still frozen together. You’d think that would have been a sure fire sign that they had not been defrosted enough. Ingeniously, I decided to use a knife to split apart the two pieces of fish. Future cooks out there, note to self, when working with frozen meat do not do this. In the process of separating the fish, the knife somehow got stuck in the fish and woops it sliced my right handed pinky finger (which currently is swollen and looks like the Michelin tire mascot.) When I say ‘sliced’ bloggers, I don’t mean that my finger was sliced off just cut pretty badly with profuse bleeding that took about five minutes to stop.

Once my pinky finger was properly attended to, I set back to working on cooking my dinner.
During the small crisis of finger cutting, the fish still had not defrosted quite so well, but with my impatience I decided what the heck I might as well just cook it as is. What should have taken me minutes to cook took ten times the amount of time. The prolonged cooking process led to me ultimately smoking out me and my roommate’s apartment. I should have realized this when my roommate and I both started coughing hysterically, but I assumed it was just the mass amount of spices I had used to marinate the fish. Long story short, the entire apartment filled up with smoke and I had to prop open the apartment door, open all the windows, turn on all the fans and gradually the smoke started to ease out of our apartment.

On the positive side, my roommate and I both had quite a laugh, in between coughing, and had another story to put on the ‘Door of Blunders.’