With a stake put up by my mother-in-law I will be throwing down the gauntlet in the category of wings!!! Come cheer me on if you are so inclined, $5 will get you all the wings, potato salad and brownies/blondies you can eat. The challenge is not only against other local competitors but against the cafe itself, and these southern ladies know their cooking!
I'm a trifle concerned, but I think I'll show well, as I have a few strategies in mind. I'll keep you all updated and post my recipe on the morning of, once it's safely too late for duplication...
In other food news, I'm grilling up some short ribs this afternoon, dry rubbed with lots of heat and then finished with monterey jack and lime juice. These will be accompanied by skewers of red onion, squash, bell pepper and garlic all doused in cilantro and soy sauce. Most importantly I'm doing a fresh creamy guacamole for munching during the grilling process.
I'm not really a recipe kind of guy, but this blog seems like the perfect tool to change my ways. I will keep track of proportions today to the best of my abilities and then put them up later. This may of course be hampered by the number of beers I consume while cooking, hopefully I'll know how to interpret my scrawled, stained, alcohol soaked references.
Also on the radar, brewing beer tomorrow! I actually have a batch in the primary fermenter now, but it seems like a loss, as the yeast fizzled after only three days. It's going to get bottled anyway - even bad beer is still beer. Tomorrow will be an attempt at the same recipe just with more liquid malt and a dry yeast.
Pictures of tonight's dinner, and tomorrow's brewing will be posted as available.
Also I believe that I might rattle off an account of my earliest childhood memory tonight if I have enough time - not very traumatic but then again I'm no psychologist...
Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Is this a mid life crisis?
Well, here's my first entry, written at a terrifying crossroads in my life.
Today is my second day of official unemployment. I have done the unthinkable in this day and age, and given up a good paying job in the pursuit of simplicity and family time. Although I haven't begun to panic yet, the job search has not been going very well, and I only have 3 weeks of paid time off to tide me over until we begin to slide into the abyss.
It's unreal to be putting this down in black and white, but here I am, 34 years old with an amazing wife and daughter, a mortgage, a car payment, and the possibility of another child looming on the horizon. That's right, we're putting the birth control aside and letting nature take it's course. All with only my wife's income until I find something that I can do with a regular schedule, no nights.
How did I get to this place and time? Some days even I don't believe it. Six years ago I was mourning the loss of my mother, only three years following my father's death. Five years ago I was a couple months into dating my wife-to-be, living in New Orleans making coffee for cash under the table.
In my life, I've been to hundreds of places but never left the continent, gone from well to do to homeless and back again, been as high as you can get and as low as I can fathom, and through it all have had the luck to eat some amazing food, meet some unique people and find my true love.
I'm going to try to split this blog into 2 categories, the past and the present. The past will focus on some of my most memorable life experiences. I will try to relate them as accurately and as unfiltered as possible, so if you're squeamish, under 16 without a parent over your shoulder, or easily offended, skip these and focus on the present. In order to compete with the lurid details of my past, I'll keep the blogs about my present focused on the foods I love, what I'm cooking, and any events, milestones, silly stories or otherwise interesting happenings relating to my most rewarding career, fatherhood.
And now, back to cleaning up toys and searching for jobs - tomorrow I'll begin an account of my early childhood. Do you think that this counts as therapy?
Today is my second day of official unemployment. I have done the unthinkable in this day and age, and given up a good paying job in the pursuit of simplicity and family time. Although I haven't begun to panic yet, the job search has not been going very well, and I only have 3 weeks of paid time off to tide me over until we begin to slide into the abyss.
It's unreal to be putting this down in black and white, but here I am, 34 years old with an amazing wife and daughter, a mortgage, a car payment, and the possibility of another child looming on the horizon. That's right, we're putting the birth control aside and letting nature take it's course. All with only my wife's income until I find something that I can do with a regular schedule, no nights.
How did I get to this place and time? Some days even I don't believe it. Six years ago I was mourning the loss of my mother, only three years following my father's death. Five years ago I was a couple months into dating my wife-to-be, living in New Orleans making coffee for cash under the table.
In my life, I've been to hundreds of places but never left the continent, gone from well to do to homeless and back again, been as high as you can get and as low as I can fathom, and through it all have had the luck to eat some amazing food, meet some unique people and find my true love.
I'm going to try to split this blog into 2 categories, the past and the present. The past will focus on some of my most memorable life experiences. I will try to relate them as accurately and as unfiltered as possible, so if you're squeamish, under 16 without a parent over your shoulder, or easily offended, skip these and focus on the present. In order to compete with the lurid details of my past, I'll keep the blogs about my present focused on the foods I love, what I'm cooking, and any events, milestones, silly stories or otherwise interesting happenings relating to my most rewarding career, fatherhood.
And now, back to cleaning up toys and searching for jobs - tomorrow I'll begin an account of my early childhood. Do you think that this counts as therapy?
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