I am on the threshold of disgusting and delicious with this one. I will experiment with 2 country pork spare ribs. Results to follow.
This is a picture of my friend Hart giving my friend Noah a homo-erotic massage after he injured his back skiing. I have no real reason to share this with the internet, other than that I said I would and they got angry. But they don't even know I have a blog! So jack away freaks!
This is a picture of my former Apple Chablis first stage fermentation setup in my basement. Unfortunately I had to scrap the project after 9 days. I couldn't keep an even 84 degree temperature regulation in the winter and a chunk of apple swelled with the carbon dioxide into the air-lock tube in a place where I could not see. So the "life" of the unit was compromised on several levels. I'll try again come April and the reluctant expenditure of about $200 worth of more gadgets. I do value the experience though. You have to make mistakes in order to learn. I'll make mistakes again in April but whatever.
Some more pics of my week.
So I've done a bad job so far at managing a blog. I've been too busy at work and lazy to cook anything worth photographing to upload. Sometime farther into the Xmas season I truly intend to share some recipes with you though. But since I have nothing to share from that realm at the moment I'll ramble about my 'doings.'
I just worked two back to back heavy shifts at the moving job. Before I started typing I had to warm my hands up over the stove cause my fingers were all puffy and full of blood. It hurts to fully extend my elbow. Waaaaaaaaaa.
I'm going to a Xmas party in Brooklyn at Jackie's tonight. I can't afford any Xmas presents. I'm also hung over from greedily sucking down a pint of bourbon last night. I've got no weed but I did find some hidden in a book on top of the china cabinet.
I like spelling Christmas with an 'X' because it used to piss off my mom. Maybe she's an atheist too now, I dunno. On some jobs I work with some bible nuts. It can be awkward. In the words of Jim Gaffigan, "I don't care how religious you are; if a stranger walks up to you and wants to talk about Jesus you say 'get away freak!'"
If a person refers to their bible as their "sword," you know you're not gonna be able to respectfully rationalize with them.
My hands are all kind of fucked up right now. The muscles in my palms are all sore still from chopping firewood and using the bow saw in my yard. I shredded the tip off the middle finger on my left hand while trying to clear a jammed blank in the slide of Adrien's Beretta. My wrists and forearms are all bruised up from last night working at my moving job. We relocated the home contents of an Orthodox Jewish family somewhere around Suffern. I must have hauled about 2 tons of Seforim. My boss must have smoked about 5 blunts throughout the whole operation. My name is rarely remembered. I go by Americano, Gringo, or White Boy. Being really high and sweaty paranoid with a random family in a strange house is fun. My fingers are all greasy from some weld-steel I picked up from Lowe's to make a long metal hook to stir my wine fermentation bucket. After I wash them, I'm thinking I'll make some Curry Deviled eggs. If my battery charger ships tomorrow, I'll take pictures. Auf Wiedersehen!
So I haven't posted in a while; mostly because my camera has been out of operation. I lost my battery charger and instinctively went to replace it on amazon when I changed my mind and decided to go to a "real" store for a change. That was a mistake. "Real," stores suck. They sold me the wrong charger and then strung me along for a week before notifying me they couldn't replace it.
So I've missed out posting on some great meals, including the final product of coq au-vin. But I should get a new charger by the end of the week and you can see my newest project......apple chablis! That's right, I'm making wine in my basement! And it's ALIIIIIIVEEEEE!!!!
A celery rib
One yellow onion
one carrot
parsley, thyme and bay leaf
4 whole cloves
1 tablespoon of black peppercorns
a bottle of red wine
One whole chicken with wing tips and neckbone removed. I couldn't figure out how to chop out the neckbone without mangling my hand, so I left it in.
Cover, and let that sit overnight. In my case I forgot about it so it was sitting in the fridge since Tuesday. Probably would have benefited from less marinade time- but was still tasty.
I'll post the rest later.
so I actually found those photos, my camera was not plugged in, derrrrr.
So I had photos of my kidney exploit, except my camera chose not to remember them so I have no pics for this blog post.
I ended up searing them in a pan with butter and olive oil, and then braising them with red wine, onions, and mustard. The liquid was absolutely fucking delicious- the kidneys themselves not so much. I couldn't adjust my brain to the idea of chewing on something with the texture of dried sink sponge. So it made me gag, but I couldn't get enough of that sauce soaked up with bread. I ended up feeding the whole mess to my roomate's dog.
I don't even know what I'm gonna do with it. Probably cook it up with wine and mustard. But fucking 95 cents????
Don't ever wake up when you are twenty five years old in a white terry cloth bathrobe that has been monogrammed with your full initials in cursive with the pockets full of clips for blank firing pistols and scoop a cup full of juice from the mescaline cactus reduction that's been sitting on your kitchen counter and then lay around for the rest of the day reading about politics on reddit.com and ponder the inconcistities of the constitutution, unless you are semi-employed and have the time and energy to maintian a blog. But you've got clips in your pocket.- your life must be interesting - what is wrong with you? go out and do shit in the world rather then sitting back and making self-referential ironic witticisms. You're not Oscar Wilde. He died in a room with horrible wall paper. At least start drinking. What else are you gonna do today? Put on hot 97 and make pancakes while chris Brown is playing. Don't dance to it though. That makes you gay. you've got 2 veal kidneys in your fridge. it might be time to get disgusting on purpose. check your mailbox. rake the fucking leaves in the yard. sweaty christ, you are lazy mike.
