Sabor de Sabado
Ok, so I used someone else's salsa. But christ, I made everything else. Tortillas, frijoles, guacamole, bistec, y tambien, jamaica para mi amor. Mire...


Oh, and if that wasn't enough to keep me busy, did I mention the Creme Brulee?

Ok, so I used someone else's salsa. But christ, I made everything else. Tortillas, frijoles, guacamole, bistec, y tambien, jamaica para mi amor. Mire...


Oh, and if that wasn't enough to keep me busy, did I mention the Creme Brulee?

Many thanks for the Lumpia!


Soup in the summer seems pretty unthinkable, especially here in the god forsaken, hateful Sonoran Desert. Ah, but then you realize "Gazpacho!" (no K-Dog, that's Gabacho), and watch me waddle up to the counter for numerous bowls. {-My parents used to take me to The Blue Willow in the summer, just for the gazpacho. Apparently I embarrassed them with my need for 3 or 4 bowls, so we don't go anymore....}
But enough of that poor me nonsense. It was unnecessarily hot, so I made gazpacho. And it was very cooling, very tasty, very crunchy.


"Could I not just have some fudge?" cried Jeri.
Fine.


Know that the Fat Bald Oafish Clumsy Man loves you!
I had a recipe lying around that I was curious about. It was for a Smore Cheesecake, but looking at the ingredients, I didn't believe it would be sickenly sweet like a true Smore. So, I embarked. I figured, worst case scenario, Jeri's coworkers would eat it.
It turned out extremely well. Not quite like a cheesecake though, I attribute that to the, well, less than normal amount of cream cheese that was used. The deep deep bitter chocolate was nicely balance by the topping and here you have it:

Now, if you've ever wondered what behaviour is usually exhibited by Baby Jeri when I prepare these feasts for here, I managed to sneak a few shots of her in anticipation. (And she doesn't hide behind her hands!)
For something like 30 years, in deli cases, I've always seen the most peculiar offering imaginable....headcheese. Not unlike pickle-loaf, olive-loaf or pimento-loaf in appearance. Although, instead of familiar and palatable options present, the gelatinous loaf is embedded with rather devious goods. In the back of my mind though, I've always wanted to give it a try. Just to see.
Looking at the ingredients, I'm actually surprised my parents didn't force this on us as kids. My dad and brother (grandmother, aunts) all had penchants for crunching away at hideous pickled pig ears, and I learned early that (not only were pig ears disgusting), that I really enjoyed a nice slab of tongue.
Headcheese has no ears (that it claims), but it does have a familiar crunch, that of pig snout. To balance that, large amounts of pork tongue is visible in every slice.
This weekend, the mystery finally came to an end for this guy, and this is how it went down:
I bought a package of Head Cheese....I tried photographing the ingredients, but couldn't get the text to come out in a non blurry form:

I made a nice little sandwich out out of it....note how the sheen of the the gelatin mixed with grease!:

And took bite after bite.

It should come as no surprise to some, that I enjoyed it. Yes, there was a bit of a crunch from the snout, but it tasted just fine. I had another one on Sunday to finish off the package.
Paybacks are a bitch.
LifeNet, the AirMedical group that comes to my work periodically gave me a little payback for my help. A ride around town, in one of their helicopters. Good fucking lord it was amazing.
But how do you photograph that?
The craft from afar:

The cockpit, gurney goes to the left there...my camera didn't really capture the electrical beauty though.

Mark Miller, Chief Protagonist:

Stop touching buttons Joshua:

My building from up high:

And some Tucson scenery.



I could do that again and again......
Using a recipe of Curly's, I fashioned a nice two tier rum cake. Damn it was good. Seriously!

Jeri and I snuck off to see the new Indiana Jones flick a little while ago. I enjoyed the movie, save for the little bit of nonsense at the end. What I enjoy most of all though is watching Jeri wolf down 4 or 5 hot dogs, get my nacho cheese on her shirt......
Racing cars (Ok, Jeri cheated and "forgot" to select race opponent....how she gets her hair to fly back like that I will never figure out...

Most of all though, I like the air hockey matches....
Ok, so the air hockey shots never seem to come out on this camera. Fuck it..here's a recent photo of Jeri instead then:
Ready?

Congratulations Barrister Newson, job very well done!

I would like to get some information on burro pen enclosure patents...if you have the time.
As discussed in previous entries, there is a new layout on the horizon, and yes...there are some boobies present. I unfortunately thought I could deploy this layout earlier than I perhaps should have (I hope my future employer does not look at this in negative light, but rather sighs, and says...."as long as there's boobies..."
THEN, my server was gravitated due the [gs] based server (that's for all you MT host users!), which broke a number of sql paths and completely bewildered me. (I seriously thought I had broken V1 for good - hece odd comment appearances/disappearances.)
Anyway, much to talk about, Indiana Jones, Chandler, Steak sandwiches, trips to Ely, renovations around the workplace, strawberry/marscapone delights for Doodle, Kerry building burro pen to house Joshua and Jeri, Rambo, cigarette smoking, Rainbow 6, GTA IV, new violin pieces to learn, upcoming helicopter ride (?), Kerry baby proofing the burro so Joshua can be left alone without supervision, the wonders of Ambien for sleep (and I think the dreams are better too, not quite like the Nicotine Patch though), and much much more.
Take it way kids..........