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Work has slowed to normal speed; I may not even have to go in on Monday. On the one hand, less money, on the other, a day off to recover from Demicon and start cleaning the house for upcoming guest appearances.

Major breakthrough last night: I made a batch of biscuit balls for the KC in 2016 party Saturday night, and Rohanna asked if I was using Scorned Woman hot sauce in them. It's her favorite, but one of the numerous side effects of her cancer treatment was to make her much more susceptible to heat in food, much to her dismay. So I made a batch with spicy sausage, Scorned Woman and Worcestershire sauce for liquid, plus cheese and spices. They turned out very well, with an intense bite to them. I handed Ro one, and she bit off part and chewed, then said "Oh, I've missed that taste so much." Further experiments will follow. And now, the musical interlude:


1) I Just Called To Say I Love You (Stevie Wonder cover), Fleet Foxes Sing*

2) The Madness of Love, Graham Parker

3) Elvis Is Dead, Living Colour

4) Waiting For You, Indigenous

5) I've Heard You're Still Alive, King Black Acid

6) Repeat to Fade, The Shortwave Set

7) Scarification, Maggie Estep

8) Race For The Prize, The Flaming Lips

9) Wait For The Summer, Yeasayer (Live At Ancienne Belgique)

10) Illya Kuryakin Looked At Me, The Jennifers


plus


11) Rednecks, Randy Newman

12) Umbrella (Ft. Jay Z), Rihanna

13) Hey Conductor, Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer


And now it's off to work, then home to finish throwing things in the van and off to Des Moines for Demicon! Fun fun fun!
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Sunday Dragonet and I went to Lawrence, and cooked dinner for her mother, who is still recovering from breaking her arm last month. The elbow is doing fine, but the wrist is still healing, and there's a lot of stuff she can't do. So we brought up a spiral-sliced ham and made sides there. It was very tasty, and this morning I went to Sun Fresh to get one for us, per Rohanna.

As it turned out, there was a lovely ham, over twice the size of the one we had gotten, at rather less than half the price, waiting for me in the "scratch and dent" meat bin. While I was checking out the rest of the items on markdown, a rather large individual came up next to me and started pawing through the packages, all the while talking to himself. Suddenly he blurted out: "Damn, there's nothin' but fuckin' hog here. I don't eat nuthin' that eats its own shit. Fuck!" I studiously ignored him, but then he spoke to me, asking "Anything that's not fuckin' pig over there?" I pointed to some packages of ground beef, and he said "I don't eat no fuckin' fried food. Fuck."

After a few more seconds, he reached over to the nondiscounted part of the bin, and picked up a package of chicken breasts, then wandered off. I briefly considered mentioning the finer parts of the diet of your average chicken, then decided it was better left unsaid.

I currently have a pot of chili cooking made from two packages of country-style ribs I found there. Nom nom.
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It had been raining since the top of the page It started raining on and off this afternoon, and there was the distinct possibility of more on the way. But that didn't stop me, oh hellz no! There was Jerk Chicken to be had, the best Jerk Chicken evar!, at the Jamaica booth at the annual Ethnic Enrichment Festival at Swope Park. So I got the ladies into the van just after 6p, and we headed south. As we left, it began to rain here, but after a few blocks, we were in the clear. Good omen, right?

We got there and joined a goodly crowd who were wandering from booth to booth, sampling the wonderful food of many exotic lands. I confused the gatekeeper with my shirt, which she described as "Where's Waldo on acid." Naturally, we took the long way around, but finally the booth I sought came into view. I stepped over to the Lithuania booth and got a bacon bun ( obligatory "not a euphemism") to nosh on while I waited in the rather long line for the food of the gods, mon. As I waited, I began to feel a few random drops, but no problem. Then it began to pick up, and became a definite drizzle. Most people ran for cover, but no one in the Jamaica line moved, except to open up umbrellas, which of course I was lacking. As the rain continued to fall, I reallzed that my choice of hats was perhaps not the best as my glasses slowly became covered in water.

Finally I made it to the window, and I said to the woman taking the orders, "You notice this is the only booth with a line," and she said she hadn't had a chance to look around. "Perhaps it has something to do with our slow service," she said. "No," I replied, "It has something to do with your jerk chicken." She laughed, and took my money. When I got my plate of ambrosia, I asked for a second plate to cover the precious bounty, then adjourned to the beer tent, where I found they had Grimburgen on tap for $5 a pint. Double score! I found Rohanna, and chatted with some folks who had never been to the festival before inbetween bites of perfect jerk chicken. About halfway through, I realized my sinuses were completely clear.

At that point, the rain slackened, and we took the opportunity to head home. Before we got out of the park, the rain started up again, even more intensely. By the time we got home, it was blowing like a small hurricane. We got out of the car and headed inside. Suddenly I saw something fly by my head, then back again. Ro said "There's a bird in here," and I replied "No, it's a bat." And indeed it was.

Dragonet and I tried changing the lights around, waving towels and shirts to try and direct it to the door, but nothing worked. Finally I managed to lightly swat it out of the air with a broom. Dragonet scooped it up in a shirt, and the bat started cursing her mightily. She put it outside, and after a few seconds to get its bearings, it headed off into the night.
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Dragonet and I had already decided to have our anniversary dinner at the new Austrian restaurant in the Freighthouse District, Grünauer. Holy Anschlüß, what a place!

They have an excellent variety of local (i.e., Boulevard) and imported beers, including Boulevard's Tank 7 Farmhouse Ale on tap (normally only available in the champagne bottle as part of their Smokestack Series), which I ordered immediately. Amazingly good beer. Highest recommendation, if you live in the 10 state where it is available.

We started with liptauer cheese & Pâté with thin rye toast points. Incredibly good. Dragonet had the classic Wiener Schnitzel, which came in two pieces, each roughly the size of a Buick, and a trio of side salads (tomato, potato and cucumber) She pronounced them all wonderful, and the single bite of schnitzel she gave me was wonderful: juicy, tasty, with a just right breading.

Grünauer offers six different sausages,and you can get one, two or the sampler, with one of each. Guess what I went for*. Käsekrainer (pork with cheddar cheese), Berliner (German curry wurst), Nürenberger (veal sausage), Frankfurter (traditional), Bratwurst (veal and pork) and Chorizo (spicy pork). All of them were incredible, as were the pomme frites I substituted for the mashed potatoes and cabbage side. Both of us have lunch for tomorrow.

The service was attentive without being overwhelming, and when I asked our waiter what a particular song playing in the background was, he quickly got me the information. Overall, it was a great evening, and I recommend Grünauer quite highly.

Afterwards, we went to the Plaza and checked out the Pr0n. The Apple Store, you preverts.

So, 32 years down. And into the future we go, together.


*Paul Burns's protestations notwithstanding, I do not actually shop in that mall (windowshop, maybe, sometimes, but . . .)
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Another week slides down the razor blade, and here we are at Friday again. Taking Tuesday off to rest the foot was a very good idea, and it is much improved, though it does still swell up over the course of the day. And now, the music:


1) Hyperballad (Tee's Freeze Mix), Björk

2) Dos Fridas, The Diamond Center

3) Dick Cheney, Vic Chesnutt

4) S-E-X-X-Y, TMBG

5) Gates Of The Old City, Looker

6) Every Sixty Seconds, Killing Jazz

9) Let's Say Goodnight [Live], Los Lobos

10) 716, Merzbow


and the rest


11) Meet Your Rock Star, ToToM (N.E.R.D. - Rock Star + Nine Inch Nails - Meet your Master)

12) Letter Never Sent, R.E.M.

13) Book Of Liars, Walter Becker


Tomorrow morning Dragonet and I will be heading over to the Eat Local Expo, at the Roger Sermon Community Center in Independence (corner of Truman and Noland, for the locals). Lotsa local farmers and ranchers offering fresh fruits and veggies, meat, flour and other good things. Dragonet is hoping to get into a Community Supported Agriculture program to get fresh produce all summer long.

And, of course, Monday is OPENING DAY!!!!!!!!!! While we won't be attending the opener, NPulsifer and I will be firing up the grill and smoker and having a good time watching on the purty TV. And beer. There will be beer.
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To celebrate the State of Kansas finally getting around to distributing the unemployment extension from last summer/fall, we went the new brunch being offered at the 75th St. Brewery. $12.99/person, all you can eat tables o' food, plus omlettes to order and Eggs Benedict. We showed up just after 11a, and caught the pre-church lull perfectly. The only downside was that the first two beers I tried to order (Dante's Dream, a Belgian ale, and the Irish Red Ale) were no longer available. They were both seasonals, so that happens. Our server then informed me that among the guest beers they had on tap was Unibroue's Trois Pistoles, which I immediately ordered. So when I was heading back to the table with my first plate, I hear the bartender announce "that's the bottom of the Three Pistols." Alas, they did not have another keg, so they gave me the half-glass that had poured as a "taster," and I had the nummy IPA. Good food, good beer, a very good price. I recommend it highly.

Ratings: Trois Pistoles, 7.75; Good Hope IPA, 7.

Sated, we headed into the wilds of Overland Park to hit Microcenter. Ro priced laptops, Dragonet got the adapter cable she needed to hook up her monitor to her laptop, and I was pleasantly surprised to find they had the Sonnet USB 2.0 card I had mentioned in the previous post on hand. A quick stop at Whole Paycheck resulted in the acquisition of two large buffalo chuck roasts ($3.99/lb through next week), and we headed back home.

The new card installed quickly and easily, and boy it makes working with the external drive a whole hell of a lot faster. Joy. Now back to feetsball and cleaning.
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I don't think KC quite got to 32˚F today, but it was definitely in the mid-upper 20s, for the first time since before MacGowanmass. The two huge icicles that were spanning the space between the third floor dormers and the second floor roof broke apart and descended this morning; fortunately no cars or cats were harmed during the collapse (we're talking several pieces well over a foot long and several inches thick). There are rumors of the 40s tomorrow!

But that's not what I came here to talk about. I came to talk about chili. This batch turned out particularly well, so I want to get the recipe down while I remember it.

Ingredients:

Olive Oil

1 medium/large yellow onion

half a head or so of garlic (if you're not sure you've got enough, you don't)

5 lbs meat, cut in cubes (I used a 60/40 ratio of beef arm roast and Boston butt [it can be made all beef, but I like the flavor the pork adds, and besides it makes the baby Moses* cry])

1.5 t Dr. Paisley's Reasonably Hot Chili Powder (available from moi! Also comes in Unreasonable)

3/4 t Penzey's® Adobo Seasoning

2 T Penzey's Ancho chili (ground)

1 t Penzey's dried oregano

1 can (16 oz) Swanson's®** Beef broth

1 8 oz package homemade broth

10 oz red wine (I prefer burgundy, but I was on a tight budget and in a grocery store, so this time it's Jacob's Creek Cabernet Sauvignon, siince they were out of Chateau Chunder)

The Process:

1) heat 2-3 T oil in medium skillet.

2) chop onion into small-medium bits. Throw in skillet with oil

3) chop garlic fine and add to onion. Cook on low, stirring occasionally, until soft and glistening, 20 minutes or so

4) heat 1/4 cup or so of olive oil in a 4-5 quart pot. Add the meat, and cook over medium low heat until all pieces lose their pinkness, but are grey, rather than starting to brown.

5) Stir the garlic/onion mix into the meat. Add 1 T ancho, 1 t chili powder, and adobo, stir to blend in. Simmer for a few minutes.

6) Add liquid ingredients, stir to mix. Turn up heat, bring to a boil. Reduce heat to simmer. Let simmer uncovered for 1.5 hours, stirring occasionally (this is a good time to try the wine, if you haven't already)

7) Taste the chili, and adjust seasonings. In this instance, I added the oregano, the second T of ancho and 3/4 t of chili powder. Stir. Simmer for another 30 minutes, or until meat is done to your liking. If you wish, use cornmeal to thicken the broth.

8) Put in bowl. Add toppings to taste (sharp cheddar). Nom.

This came out pretty well. I am fairly sure it will be better tomorrow after the leftovers have spent the night in the fridge commingling.


*Moses Maimonides, that is

**If Penzey's made a broth, I'd be using it. So glad they opened a store in the KC area. Note to Adam Maker, Puddlediving and JoyflGrl: Penzey's is opening a store in Buffalo soon!
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Review of the Prime Rib Grill, in the KC Star today. This, to my mind, is the highlight:


If you have the appetite of a rancher, try prime rib Fridays. From 4 to 10 p.m., you can order a 10-ounce cut for $21.95, includes soup or salad and a side, and then you get free 8-ounce cuts until you’re done.




This must happen. And soon. With many people. Nom nom nom.
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Another week gone,this one with less drama/trauma so far. I should have an announcement later today, if all goes well. Nothing earth-shattering, but it should be fun. In the meantime, some tunes.


1) Chains And Things, B.B. King

2) Stairway to Bootleg Heaven, DJ Earworm*

3) where there's a will, The Final Solution

4) agrippa's trilemma, gillicuddy

5) Shaded Water, Brian Eno

6) Carry That Weight, The Beatles

7) Girlfriend, Matthew Sweet

8) James K. Polk, TMBG

9) Oxford Comma, Vampire Weekend

10) Butterfly Radio, Avenpitch


yet more:


11) No Self Control, Peter Gabriel

12) Idiot Wind, Bob Dylan

13) Flee (to the hills), Bastardgeist


Tomorrow the smoker gets fired up again, this time for the KaCSFFS Thanksgiving meeting/dinner. Why so early, you ask? Well, the normal third Saturday is smack in the middle of ConTraception, of course! The meeting is at the Writer's Place, and here are the details:

Come feast with your KaCSFFS friends on Saturday November 7, 2009. This years Thanksgiving dinner will again be held at the Writer's Place, 3607 Pennsylvania, KCMO 64111. Starting time will be 5:30 PM for setup, dinner at 6 PM, with a short business meeting to follow.

Food assignment suggestions:
A - J Sides and Salads
K - R Drinks
S - Z Desserts

So if you're in the KC area, come on out and meet people and chow down. And going to ConTra wouldn't be a bad thing either. Saturday will be the last opportunity to get the discounted membership rate, as well. Plus smoked turkey!




*Dolly Parton - Stairway to Heaven vs. Eurythmics - This City Never Sleeps vs. Beatles - Because vs. Laurie Anderson - O Superman vs. Art Of Noise - Moments in Love vs. Beastie Boys - So Whatcha Want vs. Pat Benatar - Love is a Battlefield
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The lasagna went over well, both Dragonet and Rohanna raved. The latter had more for lunch and dinner today. I was reasonably happy with it. Inasmuch at Ro is not a fan of red sauces in general, I decided to try using a recipe i found in the current issue of Cooks Illustrated whilst performing my nightly ablutions (yes, our bathroom reading is cookbooks and cooking magazines). It used crushed tomatoes (though I subbed diced tomatoes, because I couldn't remember when we were at the store), rather than tomato sauce as a base, with onions and garlic* sauteed in butter with the usual herbs and spices.

Overall, it was good, but I think the sausage was a bit bland (I had intended to get a half-pound of hot Italian sausage, but Cosentino's only had largeish packages of Scimeca's hot, and i didn't need that much), and I should have added more seasoning to the mix. Next time I'll drop a tablespoon of Italian seasoning in the ricotta/mozzarella/egg mixture, and maybe a small can of tomato sauce in with the crushed tomatoes. The ladies liked it, so good, but I'm my own worst critic in this, like so many areas.

At work, I spent most of the day dealing with all the work that didn't get done on Monday, which seems to be a continuing theme of the new system. Of course, I'm supposed to get everything caught up on Friday when we're short a worker, but that doesn't seem to apply when I'm gone. The most amusing part came when a box of material we sent out Friday came back from a client in Topeka. it's a bunch of stuff for the 100th anniversary of St. Francis hospital in Topeka. Apparently a number of the pieces were supposed to be C.O.B.'d** but no one mentioned it to moi. And then there was the problem that several of the pieces, which were 2.5 to 3 feet tall, and mounted on a 1/8" plastic board, weren't standing up straight enough for the client. Well, duh! The material in question is no more capable of holding itself up straight than your average freshman at their first kegger. After a couple of experiments, I figured out a way to attach strips of gator board to the back of the signs that seem to be enough to provide a Cialis-like boost to the signs (individual bathtubs not included, and what the fuck is up with that imagery anyway? But I digress; I have always had digrestive problems). We sent one sample back, if the client likes it, I'll fix the rest of them tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and fuck Clapton. Greinke is God! Six starts, six wins, two shutouts, 45 innings, two earned runs. Leads the majors in wins, strikouts and ERA. Now, if we could just dump Sir Sidney and bring up Hochever, the Royals would have the best starting staff in the majors.


**Cut Out Background. Like removing the sky above a rooftop, or a building behind a person, so it/they stand out from the rest of the graphic.

UPDATE!: Oops, I forgot the first footnote, which should have read something like: "*The recipe called for two cloves of garlic, which is not even remotely enough to be worth considering. I used six or seven medium to large cloves, which is the low end of enough. Have I mentioned that my cookbook, when I publish one, will be called "Garlic Is Assumed"?
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The lasagna went over well, both Dragonet and Rohanna raved. The latter had more for lunch and dinner today. I was reasonably happy with it. Inasmuch at Ro is not a fan of red sauces in general, I decided to try using a recipe i found in the current issue of Cooks Illustrated whilst performing my nightly ablutions (yes, our bathroom reading is cookbooks and cooking magazines). It used crushed tomatoes (though I subbed diced tomatoes, because I couldn't remember when we were at the store), rather than tomato sauce as a base, with onions and garlic* sauteed in butter with the usual herbs and spices.

Overall, it was good, but I think the sausage was a bit bland (I had intended to get a half-pound of hot Italian sausage, but Cosentino's only had largeish packages of Scimeca's hot, and i didn't need that much), and I should have added more seasoning to the mix. Next time I'll drop a tablespoon of Italian seasoning in the ricotta/mozzarella/egg mixture, and maybe a small can of tomato sauce in with the crushed tomatoes. The ladies liked it, so good, but I'm my own worst critic in this, like so many areas.

At work, I spent most of the day dealing with all the work that didn't get done on Monday, which seems to be a continuing theme of the new system. Of course, I'm supposed to get everything caught up on Friday when we're short a worker, but that doesn't seem to apply when I'm gone. The most amusing part came when a box of material we sent out Friday came back from a client in Topeka. it's a bunch of stuff for the 100th anniversary of St. Francis hospital in Topeka. Apparently a number of the pieces were supposed to be C.O.B.'d** but no one mentioned it to moi. And then there was the problem that several of the pieces, which were 2.5 to 3 feet tall, and mounted on a 1/8" plastic board, weren't standing up straight enough for the client. Well, duh! The material in question is no more capable of holding itself up straight than your average freshman at their first kegger. After a couple of experiments, I figured out a way to attach strips of gator board to the back of the signs that seem to be enough to provide a Cialis-like boost to the signs (individual bathtubs not included, and what the fuck is up with that imagery anyway? But I digress; I have always had digrestive problems). We sent one sample back, if the client likes it, I'll fix the rest of them tomorrow.

Oh yeah, and fuck Clapton. Greinke is God! Six starts, six wins, two shutouts, 45 innings, two earned runs. Leads the majors in wins, strikouts and ERA. Now, if we could just dump Sir Sidney and bring up Hochever, the Royals would have the best starting staff in the majors.


**Cut Out Background. Like removing the sky above a rooftop, or a building behind a person, so it/they stand out from the rest of the graphic.

UPDATE!: Oops, I forgot the first footnote, which should have read something like: "*The recipe called for two cloves of garlic, which is not even remotely enough to be worth considering. I used six or seven medium to large cloves, which is the low end of enough. Have I mentioned that my cookbook, when I publish one, will be called "Garlic Is Assumed"?

Serendipity

May. 4th, 2009 03:09 pm
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Got out of the house late this morning to do some grocery shopping, due to the need to do a load of laundry, which was due to the comeplete lack of clean undergarments (and no, I wasn't wearing my kilt to go grocery shopping). We hit the Price Chopper on North Oak, then headed over to the City Market to get Italian sausage and lasagna noodles at the Italian grocery there, only to discover they are closed on Mondays. We considered hitting their sister store in Brookside, but opted to go to the Cosentino's downtown, which had what we needed.

At that point, luch beckoned, and we headed over to Grinders, a great deli/restaurant/live music venue at 18th and Oak. We headed toward the back, and sat down in sight of a tv showing that douchebag Bobby Flay*. Just after we placed our orders, in walks Stretch, the sculptor/owner/entrepreneur of the operation, who announces that his appearance on Guy's Big Bite is about to air, and he sits down next to us to watch it. Guy Fiero had profiled Grinder's on his Diners and Dives show a while back, and the two hit it off well enough that Stretch was brought to NYC to make one of his signature pizzas in Guy's kitchen. Stretch provided a running commentary throughout the show, mentioning bits that got cut and jokes that they had played on each other. It was a wondrful experience.

And Grinder's is an amazing restaurant. the variety of food is incredible, from goat cheese salads to New York pizzas with ingredients like gorgonzola and tandoori chicken available. And the selection of beers is top-notch, including three from Montreal's Unibroue on tap. I mentioned the con to Stretch and his assistant, Holly, and they were very enthused, and offered to provide coupons to give to the membership. Grinders is four blocks north of the Hyatt, and well worth the trip.

in a little bit, I will be heading downstairs to get the lasagna started. Haven't made it in years, but I think I can remember how. Om nom.

*For awhile, i as one of the top responses to googling "That Douchebag Bobby Flay." Mayhap I'll get back up there again.

Serendipity

May. 4th, 2009 03:09 pm
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Got out of the house late this morning to do some grocery shopping, due to the need to do a load of laundry, which was due to the comeplete lack of clean undergarments (and no, I wasn't wearing my kilt to go grocery shopping). We hit the Price Chopper on North Oak, then headed over to the City Market to get Italian sausage and lasagna noodles at the Italian grocery there, only to discover they are closed on Mondays. We considered hitting their sister store in Brookside, but opted to go to the Cosentino's downtown, which had what we needed.

At that point, luch beckoned, and we headed over to Grinders, a great deli/restaurant/live music venue at 18th and Oak. We headed toward the back, and sat down in sight of a tv showing that douchebag Bobby Flay*. Just after we placed our orders, in walks Stretch, the sculptor/owner/entrepreneur of the operation, who announces that his appearance on Guy's Big Bite is about to air, and he sits down next to us to watch it. Guy Fiero had profiled Grinder's on his Diners and Dives show a while back, and the two hit it off well enough that Stretch was brought to NYC to make one of his signature pizzas in Guy's kitchen. Stretch provided a running commentary throughout the show, mentioning bits that got cut and jokes that they had played on each other. It was a wondrful experience.

And Grinder's is an amazing restaurant. the variety of food is incredible, from goat cheese salads to New York pizzas with ingredients like gorgonzola and tandoori chicken available. And the selection of beers is top-notch, including three from Montreal's Unibroue on tap. I mentioned the con to Stretch and his assistant, Holly, and they were very enthused, and offered to provide coupons to give to the membership. Grinders is four blocks north of the Hyatt, and well worth the trip.

in a little bit, I will be heading downstairs to get the lasagna started. Haven't made it in years, but I think I can remember how. Om nom.

*For awhile, i as one of the top responses to googling "That Douchebag Bobby Flay." Mayhap I'll get back up there again.
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We hit the grocery stores this morning, and stocked up on a variety of dead animals, including a nice trio of KC strip steaks in the Sun Fresh clearance bin, then wandered over to Aldi and acquired some cheap stuff there.

Back home for a rest, then off to the Nelson-Atkins to see the Mughal exhibit. It consists of pages from various books from the 16th and 17th centuries, with an amazing amount of detail (to the extent that magnifying glasses are provided so you can the individual flowers and the patterns on the clothes and the feathers on the birds). The colors are incredibly vivid, even after all this time. If you get the opportunity, I recommend it very highly. The large signs describing the various parts of the exhibit are very well done, as well. It's very rare that I get to see the fruits of my labors.

Part of the festivities today included dancing and music, and samples of Indian food. By the time we got back to the main hall, there was an Indian rock band playing, and the line for the food was almost as long as the line to get into the exhibit, so we wandered around the gift shop for a bit, then headed home.

At 5p, with one eye on the weather, I fired up the grill and prepped the steaks. We had acquired two bags of IQF chicken breasts, and Dragonet thought it would be good to throw a few of them on the grill for use in recipes in the future. The bag we opened had six huge breasts, so we threw them in a ziploc with Italian dressing and then cooked them all. The steaks came out just right for all of us (cooking three steaks to three different degrees of doneness is an art, I tell ya), and the chicken finished shortly after dinner did. Having had nothing to eat all day, I had the smallest of the chicken breasts after I finished my steak. And now (actually, as I typed the hyphen in Nelson-Atkins), the rain started, and I hustled downstairs to put the grill and accoutrements away.

And now, for a quiet evening of digesting. Om nom nom.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. After my thrilling 94th out of 107 finish in the Lawyers, Guns and Money NCAA bracket, I decided to participate in their ESPN-based fantasy baseball league. I had to come up with a name for my squad, and after a bit of thinking decided to name them after my favorite black Irish baseball player, thus O'Quendo's Irish Rovers. We'll see how they do. In real world baseball news, I don't think we'll be braving the 40˚ weather and possible snow to check out Kauffman tomorrow. Such is life.
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We hit the grocery stores this morning, and stocked up on a variety of dead animals, including a nice trio of KC strip steaks in the Sun Fresh clearance bin, then wandered over to Aldi and acquired some cheap stuff there.

Back home for a rest, then off to the Nelson-Atkins to see the Mughal exhibit. It consists of pages from various books from the 16th and 17th centuries, with an amazing amount of detail (to the extent that magnifying glasses are provided so you can the individual flowers and the patterns on the clothes and the feathers on the birds). The colors are incredibly vivid, even after all this time. If you get the opportunity, I recommend it very highly. The large signs describing the various parts of the exhibit are very well done, as well. It's very rare that I get to see the fruits of my labors.

Part of the festivities today included dancing and music, and samples of Indian food. By the time we got back to the main hall, there was an Indian rock band playing, and the line for the food was almost as long as the line to get into the exhibit, so we wandered around the gift shop for a bit, then headed home.

At 5p, with one eye on the weather, I fired up the grill and prepped the steaks. We had acquired two bags of IQF chicken breasts, and Dragonet thought it would be good to throw a few of them on the grill for use in recipes in the future. The bag we opened had six huge breasts, so we threw them in a ziploc with Italian dressing and then cooked them all. The steaks came out just right for all of us (cooking three steaks to three different degrees of doneness is an art, I tell ya), and the chicken finished shortly after dinner did. Having had nothing to eat all day, I had the smallest of the chicken breasts after I finished my steak. And now (actually, as I typed the hyphen in Nelson-Atkins), the rain started, and I hustled downstairs to put the grill and accoutrements away.

And now, for a quiet evening of digesting. Om nom nom.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. After my thrilling 94th out of 107 finish in the Lawyers, Guns and Money NCAA bracket, I decided to participate in their ESPN-based fantasy baseball league. I had to come up with a name for my squad, and after a bit of thinking decided to name them after my favorite black Irish baseball player, thus O'Quendo's Irish Rovers. We'll see how they do. In real world baseball news, I don't think we'll be braving the 40˚ weather and possible snow to check out Kauffman tomorrow. Such is life.

Dinner

Mar. 28th, 2009 09:05 pm
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Mmmmm, pork and bacon tacos with salsa we picked up at the food thingie today, and a bottle of Jewbelation 12. Om nom nom.

Dinner

Mar. 28th, 2009 09:05 pm
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Mmmmm, pork and bacon tacos with salsa we picked up at the food thingie today, and a bottle of Jewbelation 12. Om nom nom.
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I see I forgot to post about my date with NPulsifer and Gisele Wednesday night. We went to the Trouser Mouse, a bar in Blue Springs, to see The Clumsy Lovers, a Celtic/bluegrass/rock band from Vancouver. This was another smoking venue, albeit a well-ventilated one, and the smallish crowd wasn't lighting off each other's butts (not a euphemism), so the atmosphere was close to Earth-like. They played a typically eclectic set, with highlights that included a semi-reggae version of "Folsom Prison Blues" segueing into (with no change in the music) "Pinball Wizard," and a virtuoso performance by Jason Homey, who switched from banjo(1) to guitar to violin to bass in the course of a single song. Amazing stuff. If you get a chance to see them, you definitely owe it to yourselves to do so.

Friday was another thrilling day at work, cutting 1/2" gator board with a large device that involved dragging a blade across the board repeatedly until it was cut through. My arms and shoulders were not happy. After I got home, I was deputized to order and pick up pizza from the best pizza place in the entire fucking universe(2), Waldo Pizza. Given that pick-up orders were taking an hour, it was a wise choice to forego the delivery. While I waited for our order, enjoying a glass of O'Dell's 5 Barrel Pale Ale, the guy next to me ordered Hamm's for himself and his friend. Either I gave him an involuntary odd look, or he picked up my "WTF?" vibe, but he looked at me and said, "It's cheap! And there is worse." I did have to concede that point. but check out their beer offerings. Absolutely amazing. I mean, Cooper's Vintage at a pizza joint?

Once I acquired our dinner, I raced home and we all chowed down while waiting for the KU game to start. The game played out pretty much as I expected. Aldrich and Collins did everything they could, but in the end the lack of experience overall led to mistakes and misfires, and they lost, 67-62. At least Missouri lost today.

Despite the cold and rain, we all got up at a reasonable hour and headed out to the Eat Local Exhibition of Farmers. It's a wonderful opportunity to meet area farmers and ranchers and pick up locally raised meats and locally grown produce, plus cheeses, preserves and more. While we were there, the rain began to change to sleet. We headed over to Penzeys to pick up herbs and spices, then went around the corner to a nice little Wicca/new age type store called Crescent Springs, there to await the arrival of our friends in Queen's Gambit, who came up from Oklahoma (at least some of them) to hold a CD debut party. Well over a dozen people turned out to see them, and they responded with a couple of sets of fine music, and lots of fun. For any Oklahomans in the audience, they'll be doing another release party in Tulsa tomorrow. Check their website for details.

And now we're home, and the snow continues to fall. It's really quite pretty out, and the driving wasn't bad at all. And tomorrow it's supposed to get up to 42˚ with sunshine. But for tonight, hunkering down with family and food and drink.

Everyone stay warm and safe out there.


(1) And not just any banjo, a solid-body electric banjo, with everything except a whammy bar.

(2) Yeah, yeah, New York and Chicago, if I want grease-soaked manhole covers or dough-wrapped casseroles, I know where to find them. This is Piiiiiiiizzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! [/300]
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I see I forgot to post about my date with NPulsifer and Gisele Wednesday night. We went to the Trouser Mouse, a bar in Blue Springs, to see The Clumsy Lovers, a Celtic/bluegrass/rock band from Vancouver. This was another smoking venue, albeit a well-ventilated one, and the smallish crowd wasn't lighting off each other's butts (not a euphemism), so the atmosphere was close to Earth-like. They played a typically eclectic set, with highlights that included a semi-reggae version of "Folsom Prison Blues" segueing into (with no change in the music) "Pinball Wizard," and a virtuoso performance by Jason Homey, who switched from banjo(1) to guitar to violin to bass in the course of a single song. Amazing stuff. If you get a chance to see them, you definitely owe it to yourselves to do so.

Friday was another thrilling day at work, cutting 1/2" gator board with a large device that involved dragging a blade across the board repeatedly until it was cut through. My arms and shoulders were not happy. After I got home, I was deputized to order and pick up pizza from the best pizza place in the entire fucking universe(2), Waldo Pizza. Given that pick-up orders were taking an hour, it was a wise choice to forego the delivery. While I waited for our order, enjoying a glass of O'Dell's 5 Barrel Pale Ale, the guy next to me ordered Hamm's for himself and his friend. Either I gave him an involuntary odd look, or he picked up my "WTF?" vibe, but he looked at me and said, "It's cheap! And there is worse." I did have to concede that point. but check out their beer offerings. Absolutely amazing. I mean, Cooper's Vintage at a pizza joint?

Once I acquired our dinner, I raced home and we all chowed down while waiting for the KU game to start. The game played out pretty much as I expected. Aldrich and Collins did everything they could, but in the end the lack of experience overall led to mistakes and misfires, and they lost, 67-62. At least Missouri lost today.

Despite the cold and rain, we all got up at a reasonable hour and headed out to the Eat Local Exhibition of Farmers. It's a wonderful opportunity to meet area farmers and ranchers and pick up locally raised meats and locally grown produce, plus cheeses, preserves and more. While we were there, the rain began to change to sleet. We headed over to Penzeys to pick up herbs and spices, then went around the corner to a nice little Wicca/new age type store called Crescent Springs, there to await the arrival of our friends in Queen's Gambit, who came up from Oklahoma (at least some of them) to hold a CD debut party. Well over a dozen people turned out to see them, and they responded with a couple of sets of fine music, and lots of fun. For any Oklahomans in the audience, they'll be doing another release party in Tulsa tomorrow. Check their website for details.

And now we're home, and the snow continues to fall. It's really quite pretty out, and the driving wasn't bad at all. And tomorrow it's supposed to get up to 42˚ with sunshine. But for tonight, hunkering down with family and food and drink.

Everyone stay warm and safe out there.


(1) And not just any banjo, a solid-body electric banjo, with everything except a whammy bar.

(2) Yeah, yeah, New York and Chicago, if I want grease-soaked manhole covers or dough-wrapped casseroles, I know where to find them. This is Piiiiiiiizzzzzzaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! [/300]

mmmmm

Feb. 28th, 2009 07:38 pm
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Went to bed at 2a with nothing on the ground but ground, despite the forecast. At 10a, when I got up (after briefly waking up at 5.35, looking at the clock with the usual "oh, crap, another 20 min and the alarm will go off" thought, then realizing it was Saturday and crashing again), there was a good 3-4" of snow on the ground, doing a fine job of hiding the paper from me. After shoveling the walk, driveway and sidewalk, I found it hiding under the cherry tree.

We got another inch or two over the course of the day, nice wet stuff that shoveled easily and proved no impediment to driving while we did a grocery run (1). Had to do it today, as I didn't have some of the ingredients needed to make a big pot of chili con carne (no beans, no games, just beef and pork and onion and garlic and stock and wine and chili powder [mine own, of course]). Om nomming a big bowl of it right now.

Shortly I will do my Hugo voting, all the while gloating over the Chiefs acquisition of Matt Cassel and Mike Vrabel for a 2nd round draft pick. And the fact that i watched some baseball on the MLB channel this afternoon.

Sometimes, life is reasonable decent.


(1) Thanks to the Catholics, whose weird superstitions created an opportunity for the local grocers to have so many different kinds of fish on sale this weekend. Oh, and you've got something on your face. No, a little higher, let me get it . . .

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