Archive for the ‘Food and Drink’ Category


Thursday, October 15th, 2009

It will likely be a long time before I can try chicken-fried bacon, but I found a recipe for bacon sushi I can make at home. Part 2 here.

Via Double-plus Undead.

Come Again?

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

I’m watching “Deep Fried Paradise” on the Travel Channel, which is an interesting show that would be making me a lot hungrier if I hadn’t just finished lunch.

They’ve just finished a segment at Dyer’s in Memphis, which serves deep-fried hamburgers, where they found a college-age guy who praised them as follows: “It’s always good to go pleasure yourself once a week.” I think he’d probably have phrased that differently if he’d been thinking.

Next time I’m in Texas, though, I want to try to make it to Sodolak’s for the chicken-fried bacon, which was covered in an earlier segment.

… and the purpose is?

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Social networking for whisky drinkers.

Via Ace. Thrown into the “Food” category, which I should probably change to “Food and Drink.”

“… and them’s good eatin’!”

Sunday, October 4th, 2009

Good recipes here.

Did you miss me?

Tuesday, September 15th, 2009

I’m back from a week at Yellowstone. Got a few hundred photos to sort through, including a bunch of wildlife photos. I’ve got a couple of a coyote trotting across the outflow of the Grand Prismatic Spring that I think are pretty good. We saw a lot of wildlife: hawks, eagles, cranes, bison, elk, pika, marmot, mountain goat, and so on.

Anyway, I have links, some that have been hanging around since before we left, so I’m just going to cram them all in here.

These people make a musical instrument I want. It looks pretty easy to use, and more versatile than shown in this video. It’s apparently not available yet, though. As an aside, the Gundam statue in the background was used as the site of a Gundam-themed wedding.

The Guitar Guy has a lot of chords and lyrics available.

I love this photo. The vacuum cleaner just adds the undefinable “touch” to the scene. I’d love to know more about what happened.

I fixed this dish before the trip. It goes onto the list of keepers.

Prior to the trip, one of the local groceries had corn on sale, ten ears per dollar. I’ve got a bunch hung up in the basement drying as the first step in this recipe.

Madison, WI, is now on my list of places that might be worth visiting.

I wonder if the kid will get his sword back? I suspect the local burglars may try to avoid him in future, though. Presuming, of course, that they’re smart enough, aware enough, and not strung out at the time.

I’ll have to watch some of these lectures; I’ve always been interested in learning to program in LISP.

Norman Borlaug
has died. Shannon Love has a nice post about him.

Speaking of Shannon Love, I like her take on the ACORN child prostitution mess.

That’s all for now.

That went well

Saturday, May 23rd, 2009

I had my daughter, a friend of hers, and Marion over for dinner this evening. I spent the day hickory-smoking a buffalo brisket, occasionally basting it with beer, then fired up more coals to grill some mixed vegetables and cook some mushrooms (butter, wine, garlic, and rosemary in a cast-iron skillet). Marion brought salad, Cheryl brought dessert (chocolate mousse cake). Add some corn on the cob and drinks, and it was a very nice meal.

We ate the main course out on the deck, which was quite pleasant. Had to go inside before dessert, though, because it started raining. Big thunder from time to time, too.

That’ll probably be the big production for the weekend. Marion and I may find the opportunity for a bicycle ride tomorrow or Monday, depending on the weather.

I like a good Scotch

Monday, May 11th, 2009

I don’t get to indulge myself with the really good ones very often, and I doubt that I’ll ever have the chance to come closer to the best ones than the pictures that accompany this article.


Tuesday, March 31st, 2009

I’m not talking about anything serious here, it’s just an overarching theme for the post. As usual, click any picture for a larger version.

First, we have my car. Last Thursday morning, I went out to brush the snow off and found that someone had abused it like this:

Bashed Car

I have my suspicions about how it happened, but no proof. As it happens, there’s a soap opera occurring between the neighbor whom I suspect was the culprit (and who came to my door Monday at lunch to say, “I saw the damage on your car. I can fix that for you cheap.”) and the people who are renting the house to them. Well … not to them, actually, which is part of the soap opera, but I’m not going to get into that any further.

Second, we have what I suspect is a practical joke. At least, I hope someone is abusing the EZ Mart. Maybe Peter is abusing the EZ Mart, or perhaps he’s being abused, as well. The alternatives are that it’s a real promotion (which means somebody involved with it is stupid), or that it’s a coded message. Look at the advertisement in the center column that ends just above the purple area to its left.


Next, we have self-abuse, of a different and creepy sort.

I’m not sure who’s being abused here, but I’m sure somebody’s gotta be.

Finally, we have food abuse, or abusive food, or a food fight – or maybe it’s just a typo:


I’d likely slice my fingers off

Thursday, February 19th, 2009

But it would be done with panache, if I were working with one of these high-end Japanese kitchen knives. Not that I could afford knives that cost that much, but I can dream, can’t I?

It took a long time

Monday, January 26th, 2009

So, Marion and I went up to Frisco yesterday to do some X-C skiing. It was beautiful up there, even if the weather wasn’t the best. Most of the time, it was snowing, quite heavily at times. A couple of times, I stopped on the trail, just to watch the snow come down. The temperature was right at freezing, and all the snow was powder. Unfortunately.

Powder is great if you’ve got enough speed going. I have neither the knees nor the money for downhill skiing anymore. The problem was that the snow would clump under our skis and stick to them and the trail beneath them, which meant that we didn’t get much “glide” as we went along. Often, we’d push a ski and have it jolt our leg to a stop, which started to cause me problems later on.

The roughly 7km “Frisco Bay” trail normally takes us a little over an hour. Yesterday, it took just over two. We haven’t gone on the “RJ’s Vista” trail for the past few years, so I can’t say how long I would have expected it to take. I can say that it took us an hour. Well, it took me an hour. My skis were letting me do a bit better than Marion’s let her do; I suspect it’s the fact that I weigh almost twice what she does that let me strip the snow from the bottoms of my skis more easily.

That, and the fact that she missed the turnoff for the lodge and ended up on a black trail.

In any case, we normally try to leave by about 2:30pm to try and miss the Sunday evening traffic going back to Denver. Yesterday, we left around 4pm, so we hit the traffic. Big time.

I think it’s about 8 miles from Silverthorne to the Johnson Tunnel (the westbound tunnel is the Eisenhower, the eastbound is the Johnson). Yesterday, it took us about an hour and a quarter to cover that distance. Once we got to the tunnel, traffic sped up … until we got to Silver Plume. By the time we got to Georgetown, we figured it was best to get off the highway for awhile, so we went looking for a restaurant for dinner. We found the Euro Cafe before we got to the main drag, and decided to give it a try.

It was a good choice. We both had the Hungarian Goulash, and it was wonderful, as was the sweet-and-sour red cabbage. I tried the apple strudel for dessert (I’d just done 3 hours of cardio, remember?), and it was tasty enough, but I don’t think I’d have it again. I’d definitely go back for the goulash, though. Maybe try some of their other dishes. They also had a nice touch in the restrooms that I haven’t seen before… disposable cups and a bottle of Scope. I like that.

After spending almost an hour at dinner, we got back onto the highway. Traffic was moving about 20 mph. We finally got home at 8:30pm, for a trip that normally takes between about 90 and 150 minutes. Bleah. We’ll remember that next time, I’m sure.