Happiness is salmon patties which don't fall to pieces in the frying pan

The reason?

Because I've stopped putting them in the frying pan, silly.

I bake them on parchment paper on a sheet pan instead.

They're healthier that way, too, baked, not fried in oil, and make a lot less mess.

I use a big can of wild sockeye salmon drained, a couple of eggs mashed in, and a cup of prepared rice folded in to make about four patties. Then bake on the pan on the parchment at 375 F for thirty to thirty-five minutes.

Serve topped with your choice of lemon pepper seasoning, apricot preserves, ketchup, soy sauce, teriyaki sauce, etc.

You have choice! 

Happiness is learning that it's the protein in milk which makes it froth well, not the fat

Recently I purchased fat-free milk for the very first time, in my quest to reduce my intake of saturated fat for the sake of my heart.

I was skeptical, but lo and behold, it froths wonderfully well for the morning cappuccino. I should have known. When I had switched to 1% from 2% a while ago the 1% had frothed just fine. Obviously the reduced fat content had not been a factor.

This woman explains it well: "One of the many amazing things about milk is that it can be transformed into silky foam. This happens because of its protein content, without which milk would be like water, i.e., with zero chance of frothing up. ... Skim milk ... tends to produce more foam than fattier milk does."

Read it all at this link. 

Happiness is the must-watch 1974 Michael Parkinson interview with the hysterically funny Peter Sellers

Impersonations, anecdotes, giggling and some singing with his ukulele.

Here.

Happiness is Lucy and her bittle lottle of Vitameatavegamin

Here!

Happiness is sweet fruit in winter, and the heart to eat it

 

 

A stingy narrow-hearted fellow, that had a deal of choice fruit, had not the heart to touch it till it began to be rotten.

-- Roger L'Estrange

The first men on the moon were beaten there by a woman

The lesser happiness of the starry, starry night

 

 

You meaner beauties of the night,

That poorly satisfy our eyes,

More by your number than your light,

You common people of the skies;

What are you when the sun shall rise?

-- Henry Wotton (1568-1639)

Happiness is a morning fagel with your coffee

The fagela is something else entirely. Don't go there.

You take half a plain bagel and toast it. Meanwhile gently nuke a dried Turkish fig, about ten seconds. When the bagel is ready, cut the warm fig in quarters and spread out the gooey pieces on the bagel. Simple and delicious.

Dried figs are loaded with more dietary fiber than any other fruit, and also offer potassium, Vitamin K, calcium, magnesium and antioxidant phenols.

Happiness is mutton chops

 

 

 Old Cross condemns all persons to be fops,

That can't regale themselves with mutton chops.

-- William King, The Art of Cookery, in imitation of Horace's Art of Poetry (Humbly inscrib'd to the Honourable Beef Steak Club), 1708