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December 06, 2001 - The artistry behind eelingSuffolk Times • December 6, 2001 The artl* stry beb i d I'VE JUST COME IN FROM plantiAg daffodil bulbs for the coming year and was surprised to find out how dry the soil was. We actually had to use a pitchfork to get through it. Nevertheless, we got the ground FOCUS dug up and our ON peat moss mixed in with the soil NATURE and planted our by Paul daffodils. In Stoutenburgh between them, we planted some of our iris that needed thinning. Iris go king of wild and crazy if you don't thin them every fourth or fifth year. They crowd each other out and don't give you as many blossoms, so it's a good idea to dig them up, break them up and give them new space and new life. As Barbara and I were working, we couldn't help but notice the hun- dreds of robins that were passing through. When I say "passing through," I mean that literally, for they kept moving to the south. New groups would move in and others would take off. For over half an hour we watched these robins in scattered flocks. Whether the over- cast weather had kept them from flying and migrating, I don't know, but for some reason they were all about us. Our little pond down the driveway drew them like a magnet, so they must have been thirsty. It was some- thing to see. There was a "chirping" in the air, but not the robin call of spring we're used to, just a short `There's "chirp." Many of them were chasing nothing each other. Why, I glljte like don't know. It a Warm wasn't the time for mating. Maybe Smoked somebody took eeLy the other fellow's berry or bug. _ There was a continual chasing of one after the other. eeli*ng Photo by Barbara Stoutenburgh What we smoke depends on what's running at the time. Here it's snappers. Other times It could be stripers or blue- fish. This week It was the last eels for the season. on an entirely different note, I smoked the last eels of the season yesterday. My son, who has the ener gy and skill, went out at night with a light and speared some 10 to 15 pounds of eels and brought them to me to smoke. There is miite a hit to doing that. First they have to be the cut -up eels in a pot and -pour boiling water over them and leave deslimed. I use a mixture of salt an them to cool. Then I drain them and ashes, which works quite well. Eels they go in that paper bag with the have that slippery coating over thei flour. Precooking the eels makes ' entire bodies that allows these bot- them less oily and they fry to a tom dwellers to slip through sea- beautiful brown crisp. Being not weed of all sorts, around boulders, only the cook but the typist as well, pilings and whatever they might I sometimes get a chance encounter on their end- for the last word — ,less search for food. Barbara) Now back to After a few house in the story the salt and ash mixture, Boy, are they good eat - all that slime comes off ing! There's only one with the help of a rough bone and you can eat material like an old towel. everything but that. It's Then they're gutted and an eel. Once you feel the eel, with a like eating corn on the cleaned, leaving the heads quick pull up on the spear, the eel is cob. Of course, the best on to attach to one end of pinned, brought to the surface and eating, as I have said, is the "S" hook of heavy shaken off the spear. Be careful —if to get them just as they bent wire; the other end you leave your eels on the ice for any come out of the smoker. is then hung on the rack length of time. A seagull might spot There's nothing quite like in the smoker. them and try to fly off with one. a warm smoked eel. The smokehouse is an Basically there are two ways to That's really eating good. innovative affair of steel eat eels. One is to enjoy them right My son told me how it and cast iron. The reason after they are smoked, which is was that night he went out I make a point of letting probably the tastiest way. The othe eeling, how the world he you know it's made up of way is to take a fresh eel, cut it up was working in gradually nonflammable material is in pieces, put them in a paper bag changed before his eyes. that two other smoke- with flour and shake them around It seemed the warm water houses I made of wood until they're well coated. Then fry and the new cold air cre- burned down on me, but them. (A word from the cook: I ated an eerie mist as he that's another story. This have an old trick I use, handed poled through the water. one uses an old cast -iron own from a few enerations. I put The atmosphere was so furnace bottom that acts drenched with moisture as a fire box and on top that he said he had to of that sits a stainless breathe out to the side, steel box that a good otherwise the air would friend of mine created be so clouded in front of from some surplus he him he wasn't able to see. had. I know just what he So after I gut the eels meant by those eerie and soak them overnight nights on the creek, when in a brine and sugar solu- everything is still about tion, I make a hot fire in you and the mist is rising the fire box of the smoke from the water and you're to sterilize everything and alone with yourself. give me a good bed of hot He said it was hard to ashes to put my cherry or explain, but there was an hickory wood on. Then odd phenomenon taking it's . just a slow process of place around him as he smoking for six or eight poled along. As the boat hours, checking now and slowly moved through the water, the then as we watch the smoke curl out fog would sort of rise like a miniature of the chimney, until the job is done. tornado and go up into the air, first Most eels have settled deep in the on one side of the boat and then on mud of our creeks by now and that's the other. These little whirlwinds of where the eelers will look for them mist would just spin up and up until when it freezes over. It is then you they disappeared, something he had can go out on the ice and chop a hole never experienced before on the through it. With a special long -han- water when out eeling on a quiet died spear designed just for mud, you night. probe the bottom in hopes of hitting