So, when I woke up in the middle of the night last night when Ideas always seem to be bouncing around, which keep me awake for I’m not sure how long, I thinks to myself, people are probably getting sick and tired of me rambling about that despicable tRump or the latest coronavirus news (that was a long friggin sentence). So, I’m going to try to avoid such discussion today and just ramble about love and hope and all things nice. I hope you saw that chicken I barbecued a couple of nights ago. The one with the caramel skin? Well that was a baste called a red eyed gravy baste that I saw Michael Symon do on his Food Network Show last week. Pretty simple. 1 cup of your favorite bbq sauce and 4 oz of coffee. Baste the chicken every 10 minutes and voila — delicioso. Where I’m going with this is that Sunday morning the missus and I went down to the Hoodland Farmers Market held in the parking lot of the Whistle Stop and bought fresh berries, lip balm, a fresh bouquet of flowers and the freshest produce from Hood Hills Farm. Tonight’s culinary delight was an Asian noodle soup consisting of stock made with the bones of that bbq chicken, chix off the bone, ginger, the sweetest bunch carrots you will ever experience, snap peas, swiss chard, scallions, the shells from the snap peas, Thai fish sauce, soy sauce, and noodles from my favorite Asian market, Oriental Food Value (I know, not PC, but they are the real deal and they always give the missus and me a free little treat when we pay for our groceries.) To refresh your memory, here’s the bbq chicken I did on the Big Green Egg.
Each one of those hind quarters was $1.75 — pretty friggin’ cheap. We’ve had three meals out of the five in the package, from eating them barbecue style to tacos and then tonight’s Asian meal. If you’ve been following my blog you understand I have this thing for seeing how many meals I can get out of a package of meat for less than $10.00. Any Hoo, here’s tonight’s Asian noodle soup gourmet delight accompanied by a Negroni.
The missus wants a new outdoor dining table that will seat 6 – 8 folks for that point in time when we can Party Hardy again. So, the last two days I have been working on her wish and began building a table from lumber we had milled when we built our garage/shop/craft room about 15 years ago. I’ve put in about 7 hours over the last two days, but I’m getting there and will show you the finished product in a week or two. It’s been fun because I’ve been able to use my planer for the legs, chisels, Japanese saw, and a bunch of other woodworking schtuff. Y’all know you can’t ever have enough woodworking clamps, firewood, wine, or whiskey.
Okay, It’s almost 9:00 pm and I’ve had two Negroni’s and am sipping on a really nice Australian wine, so I’m gonna stay true to my word and not ramble about that despicable POS or his minions for today. I will say, however, that it appears some of his sycophants are starting to jump off the ship and trying to distance themselves from his racism, misogyny, and White Nationalism — Lindsey Graham? Go Bubba!! Oh, before I forget, my friend CG emailed me today and asked if I had seen the latest Lincoln Project video, “They Whisper About You,” and I informed her I had, and in fact had contributed to them twice in the past month to help their cause. I like their style — go for the jugular. As James Carville says, the Dems could learn a lesson or two from these guys. And tonight my friend CW sends me this that is too good to pass up. So, I’m sorry I pulled a Trumpie on you and lied that I wouldn’t post anything about “dip shit.”
Give your guy or gal a hug tonight (that’s the love part) and pray to God that the turd is dumped on November 3rd (that’s the hope part). Go back to paragraph one and you’ll understand. Love y’all!! And don’t forget to be responsible — wash your hands frequently and wear that damn mask. Ziggyman
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