So a funny thing happened on the way to Paris. I made a detour to Alaska. As of Saturday night I'm now the chef for a charter fishing boat company. No, it's not Deadliest Catch - at least not as seen on TV - but the waters were pretty rough today. No worries, the King Salmon are still biting. It's snowing up in the mountains and rumour has it in town that it might snow down here. But in the meantime with the late spring the wild fiddlehead ferns are still young, tight, and mighty tasty. Fiddlehead fern tempura with Sriracha ailoli anyone? Watch this space for dispatches from Alaska all summer long. Will I survive my very own Alaska Experiment? I don't know but it feels so good to be making an honest living cooking again - with dogs and drinks in the kitchen no less. God Bless Alaska.