Sporting Road

I signed up for a new subscription over at Modern Huntsman, after my buddy, Stephen Collector, got a photo essay published there.   This recipe was one of the best ideas that was in their archives, which I am going to replicate this week.   Stay tuned. Modern Huntsman Recipes - Messy Sushi Board Words By - Valentine Thomas Photography By - Tyler Sharp Appetizer, Serves 4-6 INGREDIENTS 2 Cups Sushi Rice 1 Splash of Rice Vinegar 10 Firm Fish (any you like) 1 Red Onion, thinly sliced* 1 Cucumber, thinly sliced* 1 Tablespoon of Sesame Seeds 1 Zest of an Orange 3 Tablespoons Soy Sauce 3 Tablespoons of Yuzu (or fresh lime juice) Cilantro Paprika Garlic Salt Nori (Seaweed) Sheets for Serving Fun alternate ingredients: pineapple or mango, diced bell peppers, green onions, pomegranate seeds, jalapeños. THE SAUCE 1. In a small bowl, add 3 tablespoons of yuzu (if you couldn’t find it, use the same amount of lime juice), 3 tablespoons of soy sauce, and the juice of half a lime. THE BOARD 1. Cook the sushi rice as per the instructions on the package (or with a rice cooker). 2. When the rice is cooked, add a splash of rice vinegar to it and stir. 3. Spread the rice on a board (I like to use a wooden chopping board for presentation). 4. While the rice is cooling on the board, thinly slice the fish in pieces about ¼ cm in width. 5. Place the fish on the rice when it has cooled down, and spread all ofthe other ingredients on top. 6. Top off with the sesame seeds, orange zest, paprika and garlic salt. 7. Either pour the sauce directly over the

Relaxed, rugged, low maintenance and easy for travel and adventure---this is style that I have tried to adopt over the years for casual wear.  Wearing bespoke suits everyday for work are my usual uniform 5 days a week.   Perhaps without a tie these days that I am not in court.   Simple and nothing much for me to decide each day. But when not wearing a suit, I spend my time chasing bird dogs, riding fast horses, climbing mountains, or waving a stick in a stream, sometimes creates a vacuum in my closet for what to select for days requiring something a bit more formal than a sport coat but for when you want more than a t-shirt and jeans.   In the past, I usually opted for preppy, Polo Ralph Lauren bits, Brooks Brothers button downs, khaki pants, etc., which were the foundation of my first 25 years on the planet, which was largely spent in school.  Lately, we spend a lot of time in Western jeans, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, wild rags, etc., as it is convenient to our lifestyle here in the Rocky Mountains surrounded by horses.   But for town, I have always favored a bit more British town and country looks, with a French flair from my trips abroad.  For spectating at polo events, we often go for a more dressed up preppy style. My buddy Brian over at C. Woodcock & Co., has a great style for travel and adventure.  He mises vintage Willis & Geiger, Abercrombie and Fitch, Le Laboureur (French workman's coats), and lots of other thrift store finds, with field wear such as Russell Moccasin boots, Hemingway bits, NATO straps, etc.   Suffice it to say we have a lot

While Hunter S. Thompson was living in Woody Creek, Colorado during the late 1980s, I was in college.   I had no idea who he was at the time, other than “a famous Colorado author" who had stumbled into an evening guest lecture series, where he had been booked to speak.   I introduced myself as he was walking in as I was writing for the Denver Clarion at that time and he had made waves at the University of Denver (DU) because he showed up for the lecture with a lit cigarette, alongside a ice bucket, a handle of wild turkey, a glass with ice, and a notebook of current event rants.   Turns out, he had been granted a special event liquor license for the speech (no alcohol can be served in lecture auditoriums without the school's consent in advance).   The license only allowed him to drink at the event, not any of the spectators.   Turns out he was throwing a fit over the non-smoking policy in the auditorium and the chancellor was there, and under threat that Thompson was walking out with his cigarette in hand before the lecture even started, because he planned to "smoke at least two packs" during the hour long event.   They let him stay.   It was a decadent and depraved speech and he was unwieldy, to say the least. Here is one of my favorite bits of Gonzo journalism.  Although assigned to cover the 1970 Kentucky Derby, Thompson devoted almost no coverage to the two-minute horse race itself. Instead, he focused entirely on the spectators—the drunken, chaotic, and debauched crowd at Churchill Downs.Satire of the "Whiskey Gentry":Thompson used the event to dissect class, culture, and Southern aristocracy. He described