Last fall, I took a road trip to one of my happiest of happy places–quaint Camp Sherman–to write an article about a few of Portland’s most talented tastemakers who just so happen to worship fly fishing. And as it turns out, despite its sedate appearance, fly fishing really works up an appetite. Naturally, this necessitated a feast of feasts, prepared in a cute cabin at the edge of the magnificent Metolius River.
My resulting behind the scenes peek at these chefs/salumists/farmer-cidermakers on their off hours, complete with gorgeous photographs by the ever-brilliant David Reamer, just came out this week in Mix Magazine. It’s a fun read with loads of recipes so good they are even tempting me to get in the kitchen, and that’s saying a lot. You can pick up a Mix on the stand, or read the article online here>>
I took plenty of pictures of my own that weekend, with my mighty iPhone 4s, pretty purple haze free ones too. I thought I’d share a few, for a look behind the scenes of the scene’s behind. Or something like that.
The night before everyone arrived, I stayed at Black Butte. This was the morning view from my townhouse's deck and bedroom. I did not want to leave. Ever. Not even for an epic fly fishing chef's dinner. But there was work to be done, and whiskey to be drunk...
Oh, the Metolius. Someday I really need to win the lottery and buy a few riverfront acres here.
Remember when you were a kid and you went camping every summer, and the highlight of the trip was going to the general store every day for a pack of Starburst and a Creamsicle? Well, anyway, the Camp Sherman store is like that.
It took the boys a really long time to get ready for their fishing excursion. Longer than it takes me to get ready for a dinner party, and that's saying something.
Their cabin won the Best Backdrop award for sure.
They came, they fished, they stripped.
Provisions were unloaded...
I'm a chronic fridge snooper. Never leave me unattended in your kitchen. I will open and photograph your refrigerator within seconds.
Following their first fishing foray, the boys sipped whiskey ciders and told tales about the ones that got away, and tales about the beaver that chased one of them out of the water. And yes, this setting was as stunning as it looks.
When the sun retired for the evening, it was time to get down to business. A good shucking was in order.
David Reamer worked his magic.
You'll see David's amazing food pics in the official article, but I really must share this wedge of pie. Because...well, LOOK at it!
Loved my cute little Lake Creek Lodge cabin, lucky Number 7, complete with a creek burbling in the background, and this great deck.
I'm such a sucker for a cushy chair and a fireplace.
A morning walk along lovely Lake Creek...
And then back to the chef cabin for breakfast. Sigh.