My friend Liv’s here today and she brought
studs salmon. Okay, so Liv obviously knows me because she brought both. Below you will find a recipe with salmon, pasta, wine, and cheese. You can not possibly go wrong with this. Below that are the studs (still in my wheelhouse), in this case King Studs (construction reference goes right over my head as I zoom in on stud). Liv’s kindly included a tasty excerpt from her new release, King Stud. And if you make it all the way to the bottom of the page you can also enter for a $20 Amazon gift card.
Thanks so much for having me as a guest, Irene! I’m excited to have the chance to talk about food, because other than eating, I don’t know a whole lot about it, and there’s nothing I like better than having a platform to display my ignorance.
Oh, and I babble when I’m nervous.
Since my favorite recipe usually involves knowing which take-out to order, I had to give some thought to what to feature in this post. I live in Seattle, which prides itself as a foodie town, so my first decision was to choose a recipe with a Northwest vibe.
Then, as I do with most important decisions, I called the husband.
He suggested I try a variation of chef Nick Stellino’s smoked salmon pasta, which totally worked for me. (Jump HERE if you want to see an actual recipe with, like, measurements and stuff.) Back in the late ‘80s, my roommate worked the lunch shift as a waitress at a restaurant called The 1904, and they made an amazing smoked salmon pasta. Sometimes she’d bring me home an order, or sometimes I’d meet her toward the end of her shift and have a bowl. A little white wine, some crusty bread, and the smoky, savory, salty goodness and I was DONE. Too good.
So, without further ado or delay or procrastination, here’s my take on smoked salmon pasta.
Smoked Salmon Pasta Recipe
- Basic cream sauce
- Butter (A tablespoon? Two? Three?)
- Cream (Enough)
- A splash of white wine or vodka
- Chopped garlic (I’d use at least 4 cloves, because there’s never too much garlic.)
- Capers or peas – something to add color and texture (Half a cup? Maybe? They’re basically decoration, so don’t go crazy.)
- One good-sized chunk of smoked salmon
- One box of bow-tie pasta
- Grated parmesan
- One loaf of crusty bread
- One bottle of white wine (the 2013 Pinot Grigio from Lake Chelan Winery would be a good – and very Northwest – choice)
- Like, some kind of salad if you must. I find it interferes with my enjoyment of the pasta and cheese.
Now, my instructions might not be the most specific, but here’s what I’d do with that list of ingredients. I’d melt the butter, sauté the garlic, toss in the salmon till it’s warmed up, and add the liquor and cream, a handful of parmesan and green bits. Then I’d let it all simmer while the pasta cooks, adding more cream if it gets too thick. When the pasta’s done, I’d toss it all together, add a little more parmesan on top and call it good. Plate it, pour the wine, slice the bread, and enjoy!
And while you’re eating your lovely smoked salmon pasta, you can check out my new release King Stud. (Lol – do you like how I worked that in there?) To give you a taste (heh) here’s a scene involving food.
Quick set-up: Danielle inherits her grandmother’s run-down Craftsman house, and hires her best friend’s younger brother to get it in shape to sell. Ryan’s too young and too closely related to Maeve, but one thing leads to another…
By the time Ryan’s headlights sliced across her big front window, she’d progressed to slouching in the wing chair, debating whether the ache in her arms was a deal-breaker for starting a new project. Any half-assed ideas about what to do next died a fast and painless death when he carried in a couple bags from Panda’s Chinese Kitchen instead of his toolbox.
“We’re taking the night off,” he said, dumping the bags on the dining room table, daring her to cross him.
Danielle curled up and rested her elbows on her knees. “I’ve been painting.”
He took an exaggerated sniff. “Your new green highlights were my first clue.”
“Shit.” She tried to rake her fingers through her ponytail, but they got stuck hard enough to make her eyes water. “I need a shower.”
He took a second exaggerated sniff. “Yep.”
He grinned hard enough to show both dimples. “Food’ll get cold if you shower now.” He spread the top of one bag and lifted out a couple small white boxes. “Cashew chicken.” He set the boxes on the table and took out two more. “Smoked pork. Rice.” He opened one box and lifted out a small browned pocket of meat. “Pot stickers.”
Danielle’s shoulders hurt. Her neck was stiff. She had blisters on her thumb from wielding the paint brush. But when Ryan lifted the pot sticker to her lips, it didn’t hurt at all to open her mouth and take a bite. The fabulous mix of crisp and soft, salt and savory made her stomach growl. He fed her a second pot sticker, nodding encouragement as she ate. He lifted a six-pack of beer out of the second grocery bag, opened her one, and passed the bottle over. She downed about half, washing away the paint stink stuck in the back of her throat and loosening some of the tension in her jaw.
“Thanks, babe,” she said.
Ryan rested against the table and his smile grew. “Anything for you, Princess.”
He raised an eyebrow, a totally sweet and sexy gesture. His five o’clock shadow was heavier than normal, as if he hadn’t bothered to shave in the morning, and his hair fell in messy curls. Sensual curls. Bedroom curls. He grabbed a pair of chopsticks and picked up one of the white boxes.
“Here.” Slowly, he lifted a chunk of chicken from its pool of rich, soy and spice broth.
She allowed him to feed her one bite, and another. Hand feeding her Chinese food was its own kind of sexy. “Why are you being nice to me?”
“Because I’m hoping you’ll suck my dick.”
Danielle giggled, all but choking on her chicken at the abrupt change of subject. “You could have just asked.”
“Okay.” He cupped his hand over his crotch. “Now I’m asking.”
“Don’t you want to eat first?”
His dimples deepened some more. “I’m not starving.” He reached over and traced her lower lip with the tip of his finger. “I want your mouth on me.”
“In the dining room?” Every possible objection made a party in her head. “There’s a big window and no drapes.”
“It’s dark outside. Nobody’s going to see us.”
Says the voice of reason.
In the interest of keeping things PG13, I’ll leave you to wonder what happens next. Thanks for checking out my post, and I hope your dinner tonight is delicious!
Danielle’s got three months to make her Grandmother’s rundown Craftsman house livable. Her game plan is to get in, get grubby, and get back home to L.A. She needs a carpenter, and her best friend’s younger brother is a good one. It’s hard to ignore the buffed body under Ryan’s paint-splattered sweatshirts, but her friend declares he’s off-limits so Danielle reluctantly agrees.
Ryan doesn’t have the cleanest record, anyway. His recently ex-ed girlfriend wants him back, and he has a reputation for brawling. He’s also had a crush on Danielle since he was a kid. Despite their nine-year age difference, he knows she’s worth pursuing.
Soon the paint under Danielle’s fingernails starts feeling more natural than the L.A. sunshine. She’ll have to navigate plumbing disasters, money problems, and one seriously cranky best friend to find something she hasn’t had before: a real home, and a man who loves her.
Where to Buy King Stud
I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire…or sometimes demon…and I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.