Will the Real Alaska Please Stand Up

I have been sitting in my cabin for almost 3 days now, and the rain and drizzle of southeast Alaska has become dismal at best. I can still find some enjoyment in it though. As i create tonight's menu I do what no other Alaskan is doing- I listen to the sounds of Pavarotti singing Puccini's Turnadot. I would give just about anything at this point for a good glass of red, and a nice sized wedge of st. Agur or Humbolt Fog.
We have been without guests for the week, narrowing our duties to simply feeding the crew. Tonight's dinner- Brined pork loin, stuffed with apples, blue cheese, walnuts, caramelized onions, and served over a potato risotto. I have learned temporarily to adjust my cooking style to suit the needs here. You can throw seasonal right out the cabin window here. It doesn't exist. The only things that's grown here is a hefty appetite.
Just about everything here gets flown in by floatplane. Its quite a peaceful place, but I am already feeling the effects of my being shut off from the everyday gifts of living in a urban setting. I miss shopping at the market in the morning, making my way home to pull from a garden and retrieve the fresh eggs from the chickens. I will however enjoy it while I'm here. I consider this a great chapter in my life-something to bring me one step closer to the well rounded and seasoned man and chef that I desire to be. One last note to my friends and loved ones: wine bottles can be shipped here. Yes I am dropping hints.