Monday, March 23, 2009

An evening at the Range.

Roberta X and some other friends trekked West to the Range for Sunday dinner. I was on the road the day of the gun show, but got caught up on all the goings on and the amazing stuff some people seem to find, you know, like a nickel taper-barrel 4” Smith. With fixed sights. And a shrouded ejector rod. Hey, I found sour cream on sale. . . .sigh.

I wasn't going to post supper (I don't post every meal you know :-) except there was this appetizer that disappeared before dinner even started. I don't know what happened, I saw my hand moving from low ready, someone beat me to the last chip! Wait, I have reloads!

So I figured I'd best post the recipe before Barkley eats the crumpled, "smells like food!", piece of paper it was jotted down on as it was constructed.

It was a Brigid take on an old recipe for "Texas Caviar" but I made some changes and the sauce was all my own. Green and red peppers, red onion, a couple of seeded jalapenos, roasted corn (frozen from fresh Frank W. James corn - the best!), black beans and fresh cilantro. The dressing was fresh lime juice, sweet paprika, garlic, pepper, a bit of sea salt, ancho chili powder and honey into which was whipped a really light olive oil until it emulsified, then stirred in and allowed to sit a couple hours to let the flavors blend. Alongside, some big chips and veggies to scoop it up.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present Appetizer Crack. It's denser than a salsa, sweet and hot and crunchy all at once. I'm sure one of you can come up for a better name for it. I'm just glad that this time I wrote down the recipe as it came together so I could share.
I made made a big bowl full. There were few prisoners. The platters of three cheese and smoked chicken enchiladas sat on standby, ready for the oven while we inhaled delicately nibbled this and a few other goodies.

I hate to say, but we were almost too full for cheese biscuits


And the enchiladas. But we did our best. What are friends for?

Click on photo to enlarge. Hope you're not hungry.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

World Domination and Pizza

"This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living, and hard dying... but nobody thought so. This was a future of fortune and theft, pillage and rapine, culture and vice... but nobody admitted it."
-- Alfred Bester, "The Stars My Destination"

But did they have pizza?

Brigid's Range Pizza with Ale Infused Crust. If you have a bread machine, you can make this in only minutes of prep time. A mixture of sausage, Pepperoni, sharp cheddar and shaved fresh mozzarella, Italian herbs and Parmesan (and for me, some black olives) with an easy to make sauce.

Some assembly required.

It's worth it.


click on the photo to enlarge (I dare you)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Let Them Eat Pancake


When I was a kid, sometimes we'd have pancakes for dinner. It was usually when the household budget was tight. My Mom quit her 13 year career as a LEO to be a full time Mom, and Dad took a lesser paying position that allowed him to be home every night. Sacrifices I know we benefited from. Certainly I remember those dinners and the laughter and the love that lived in the house 24 and 7, more than any brand new bike I didn't get.

My brothers and I loved pancake night. Dad would grumble a little. . unless there was Bacon. Bacon I think could solve any problem. World peace. Through Bacon. Oh wait, well maybe not, but it sounds like a plan.

With or without bacon, I can sit and eat pancakes and watch the sun go up or down and the taste will take me back.

Sometimes Mom would make two kinds. Sourdough and regular. Or some with nuts and apples along with buttermilk ones.

Little bits, little bites to try them all. Dad would finally relax after a long stressful day at work, and we'd tell the tales of our day and small childhood victories. For these breakfasts for dinner, no worries about money, or rent or the future. Simply bites of life shared with those you love. I'd savor one flavor, even while anticipating the next, savory, sweet, maybe nutty, the golden disks disappearing like coins well spent. I was never able to figure out which taste I wanted to end with, one taste of time that was almost too sweet to bear, or that which was so dense that I would remember it always.This morning, a simple pancake of cornmeal and flour with berries added in. I'll give you two recipes, the from scratch version with blueberries pictured at the beginning of the post, a favorite, and this mornings experiment, made with raspberries, being out of cornmeal, a little experiment that turned out VERY good.
But what to do with the leftover batter? (as it make much more than one person would eat). Pour it in a paper muffin cup and bake in a pan, sprinkled with some Ghirardelli chocolate chips. This blog isn't called Mausers and MUFFINS for nothing.

Small portable bits of goodness to freeze or tote with a pot of coffee to the range or the workplace. I give you Puffins.


Simple foods for good times, the morning sun on the deck a portent of Spring, this Ides of March will only be a good memory in the making.

Monday, March 9, 2009

To all you hunters.

h/t to My Hunting Spot

Words fail me.

I think I'll just go pick some chips off the Doritos tree in the backyard to go with the stiff drink I think I need right now.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

TWO THINGS

Photo by Oleg Volk. (thanks Oleg!)

Photobucket

TWO THINGS


Two things move under night sky
the thing that came to kill, and I

He, released from prison to roam

and I, peaceably headed to home


He carries a knife and drug addled sense

seeing just prey, without defense


I detect movement, intuitive fear

and put my hand to pistol near


Worried, alone in that gloomy blight

above the fear, I prepare to fight


He hears the click of a chambered round
fleeing quickly to hunt safer ground

No predator dares go hunting for me
for I am armed, that makes me free

I holster my pistol and slowly stand down
heading towards home in a dark, sleeping town


For there are two things that will not die
my right to carry, and this night, I
© Brigid - Home on the Range 2009

Sunday, March 1, 2009

BREAKFAST FUN

Mr. Bacon and Monsieur Tofu are ready to rumble but only one can remain at the top of the food chain! Mr. Bacon stands approximately 6-inches tall and fights for everything salty, meaty and tasty. Monsieur Tofu is approximately 4-inches tall and represents all things made of coagulated soy milk. The winner gets eaten for breakfast!
New playtime action figures from the same folks that brought you the . .
Angry Mob Play Set. Add some dramatic tension to your playtime with the Angry Mob figure set. Each set includes nine 2-3-inch tall, hard vinyl villagers wielding a variety of weapons for them to wave menacingly at the object of their disdain. Great for intimidating your action figures and teaching children the concept of pissed off taxpayer.

When I was a kid all we had to play with before breakfast was Lego's.

But on the question of Bacon vs. Tofu. Which would you rather have with your sour cream waffles?


This?














OR THIS?


I THOUGHT SO. I think even the angry mob would agree.
Or a black lab.