plonq: (Grawky Mood)
I was left to my own devices for dinner tonight, but since I had a fairly late lunch of leftover beef stew, I was not exceptionally hungry. I tend to be more ambitious about cooking when I am hungry, so I spent some time out in the kitchen considering and rejecting ideas until I decided to have bacon and eggs. That seemed like a fairly quick, unchallenging dinner.

As soon as I got the bacon out of the fridge and grabbed the knife to pare off a couple of slices, I was struck by another idea and took off at a ninety-degree tangent. I sliced off a ½ inch slab of bacon and then cut that down into cubes I tossed that into a mid-sized stainless steel pot to render and roughly chopped an onion while it did its thing. My plan was to dump in a can of baked beans and supplement it with a bit of molasses, Worcestershire sauce and Tabasco.

Then my brain went completely off the rails.

I mean - why use Tabasco when I have some perfectly good Carolina Reapers in the freeze? When I harvested some of them from the garden this year, I prepared them by mincing them really fine, rolling them up into a long tube and putting them in the freezer. The idea was that when I wanted to give something a little kick, I could pull out the pepper stick, cut a bit off the end and stir it into whatever I was making. I unwrapped the frozen stick of pain, scraped a gram or two off the end and put it back for the next time I went insane.

My first clue that I'd made a potential error in judgement was when I dumped the onions and minced pepper in with the bacon. I stood back from the pot, stirring it from as far away as I could reach, coughing on the fumes coming out of it and wondering what chain of decisions led me to that point. But I pressed on. I cooked the onions down until they were slightly soft and then dumped in a can of beans. That reduced the fume output. A bit. Not entirely. I added a dollop of molasses and a good splash of Worcestershire sauce and suffered over the evil concoction until it was heated through.

I glopped half of it into a bowl and then stirred in a couple teaspoons of sour cream in an effort to tame it a bit.

It had bite, but it was far from inedible. In fact, I daresay it was delicious. I'll probably eat the other half of it for lunch tomorrow.

Two lessons I learned from cooking with these minced Reapers; next time wear a mask when cooking with them, and wear a glove when handling them.
plonq: (Please Sir May I have Some More)
I keep promising myself that I will stop neglecting LJ/DW, and when I am out, or at work, I am constantly having those "I should post about this when I get home" moments.

Then when I get home, I post a cryptic tweet about it, or do a tepid, watered-down FB entry about it and move on.

I guess part of the problem is that nothing particularly interesting or newsworthy has been happening lately - at least nothing noteworthy enough to warrant a long-form post here. Sometimes I forget that short posts here can work too.

In seven days I will be in a position to give six-months notice on my intent to retire. I guess I had better start doing some research into that, since there are a lot of things I need to start getting in order. Since I am in the employee share-purchase program, I need to arrange for those shares to be transferred out of the program. I need to figure out how to extend my medical insurance when I retire, and find out what packages are available and how much they cost.

Before anyone asks, our universal coverage up here does not include vision, dental or prescriptions (though it should in my opinion). I'll still be covered under [personal profile] atara's insurance, but there is a benefit to having both of us insured. We can claim against one or the other if we start approaching caps, and each covers the other's deductible. Plus, as morbid as it sounds, we need to consider our long-term coverage if something happens to the other.

[scene change]

Is it just my perception, or have on-line recipe sites become really crappy? I can remember when finding a recipe on-line consisted of entering your search criteria, clicking on a promising-looking result, and finding the recipe. There were often brief introductions, such as, "I modified this from my grandmother's recipe, since pickled horse bladders can be hard to buy these days. I have substituted pork bungs, but just about any unappetizing meat product would probably work for this. Hope you and your family 'enjoy' this recipe as much as mine does." Following this would be, well, the recipe.

Now when you click on the results, it takes you to a blog with 5-7 pages of preamble that includes a full biography of everybody in the author's family tree, as well as a treatise on the science and socio-economics of pickled horse bladders, and an ontological justification for using pork bungs as a substitute. We get to read about the author's childhood ambitions, the inner demons s/he are fighting every day, the origins of the dish, its history as it was passed down through the family, and his/her debilitating guilt over modifying the recipe simply because pickled horse bladders are no longer sold rather than, say, raising a horse from a foal with the end goal of harvesting its bladder.

This would not bother me as much if it was interesting reading, but in almost every case, the rambling preamble is just a way to force visitors through several pages of revenue-generating ads before they get to the recipe.

Fortunately, there is a Chrome add-on for this. Somebody posted a link to it in the Instant Pot sub-Reddit after another user bemoaned this trend in recipe sites. The add-on detects when you have visited a recipe site, and it scrapes it for the ingredients and instructions. It pops up a concise summary of the recipe in 1-2 printable pages.

It's not that I don't care about the poster's life history, and the messy side-effects of their botched operation last year, but sometimes I just want the recipe.
plonq: (Emo Luna Mood)
1)
I am just waiting for [personal profile] atara to finish unpacking groceries and then I am off to take over the kitchen so that I can make some "baked" beans for my lunches this week. Ever since we got the Instant Pot I have been looking for excuses to try and pressure cook things. I found a recipe for Boston-style beans that looks very simple, and quite good. The last time I made this style of beans I did it in the slow cooker. I am curious to see how different they come out with what is effectively the totally opposite cooking method.

2)
On Friday we had a chat with the guy who handles our mutual funds. I told him of my tentative plan to retire this year. he ran our number and told me that I'd be crazy not to. He assured us that if I had setting up a plan to retire young, I'd gone about it the right way.

3)
I admit that I spend way too much time on Reddit. I don't follow a huge number of subs, but I've come to notice quite a difference in the flavour of the subs, and specifically the type of person each attracts. There are three that stand out for me though in terms of their crowd.

Most Snobbish
r/coffee is a sub that I only joined recently, but it did not take me very long to realise that I am not even a shadow of a coffee snob compared to some of the folks in that sub.
Typical post: I got my latest overnight order in from Individually-picked-artisenal-beans.com last night. I burr-ground enough for one cup this morning, and spent thirty minutes picking through it to remove any grounds that were the wrong size until I had exactly 10.6 grams of grounds. I heated 8 ounces water to exactly 185 degrees Fahrenheit and I and processed it for three minutes and eighteen seconds in my inverted, reverse-osmosis Italian vacuum press. The resulting cup had a slightly off-putting, burnt cherry undertone that made me dump the whole thing down the drain in disgust. Can anybody help me with this? Is it possible I accidentally brought the water up to 185.5 degrees, or was it a mistake to let the beans sit in their shipping bag overnight?

Most Hipster
r/music is a sub where people seem to hate anything that anyone else likes.
Typical post: Most popular song from a relatively obscure 90s indie band.
Responses: I liked that band until they got radio play. :-(
That was their worst song, but I would listen the fuck out of [obscure song with no mass appeal]
That song was okay I guess, but [bonus track of the band burping and grunting] is my favourite driving tune of all time.

Most Pretentious
r/photography is the sub where the best camera is the one in your hand. Does gear matter? No. A good photographer can take amazing photographs with toy, plastic GI Joe camera.
Typical post: Here is a blog explaining all of the reasons why you suck as a photographer.
The used, $30,000 lens I ordered arrived today and boy am I excited to try it out on a wedding shoot.
I'm doing a wedding shoot tomorrow and they have a few specific requests for pictures. Am I justified to tell them to shut up and let me do my job?
I took a few pictures of my girlfriend yesterday [posts a few heavily-processed shots that are clearly meant to show off the girl rather than his photographing skills].
Not that gear matters, but I am thinking of upgrading from [$100,000 camera body] to [$200,000 camera body]. Does anyone here have experience or advice with it?

Snakes!

May. 20th, 2014 10:19 am
plonq: (Disapproving Luna Mood)
Snakes!

I want to say that this was a productive weekend, but it was more of a "rainy, stay-indoors" weekend. We managed to get out for a few hours on Saturday to take in the snake dens up at Narcisse. If I get around to processing my pictures from that I will post more of them here.

The last time we went there, only a few others braved the long drive to check out the phenomenon. This weekend, it appears that half of the city decided that it would make a nice weekend outing, and the dens were completely overrun. We arrived to find the parking lot full, with cars slowly circling for available spots, and others simply pulling off to park wherever they could find flat ground. [livejournal.com profile] atara was driving, and she decided to do a circuit of the lot before deciding if we should give up and park in the entryway, or even along the highway. On our first pass, we pulled up just after a car pulled out of the spot closest to the start of the trail. Sometimes luck actually smiles on us.

When we arrived, nobody had resorted to parking along the highway yet. As we were leaving, the line of cars parked along the side of the highway stretched at least a Kilometre, and a steady stream of new cars were pulling up to park as we drove past. I'm sure a few probably kicked themselves by the time they made the long trek to the parking lot and discovered that it was almost 1/4 empty by that point. It's funny how these things are self-feeding. The line on the highway started because the lot was full, but the line continued to grow because people saw it and assumed the lot was full. On the other hand, the lot was clearing out quickly because people were parking on the highway rather than in the lot.

It is not like a bit of extra exercise hurt anybody too badly.

I made another batch of black bean brownies on the weekend, and these turned out the best of any I have made to date. I have tweaked the recipe with each batch, trying to improve on things that did not work the way that I liked in the previous batch. The last batch was a little dry, partly because I overcooked them, but I thought they could use a little more liquid as well. I made four changes this time around.

First, I drained the beans but did not wash them, simply adding the balance of the bean juice to the brownie mix. Secondly, in spite of the recipe telling me not to, I added about a third of the chocolate chips to the food processor and pulverized them into the mix before stirring in the rest. Finally, I tasted it before it went into the pan, and adjusted the ingredients on the fly. I decided that it was a bit too savoury with the addition of the bean liquid, so I added the last of our liquid honey (about 2 tbsp). My thinking was that it would help offset the dryness of the previous batch, and add a touch of needed sweetness.

I am very pleased with the results.

This weekend also seemed like a good time to cook up a few work lunches. I bought one of those family-sized cans of baked beans when we were shopping last night, along with a package of all-beef wieners, and a large onion. There is an old family recipe that I have carried down with me over the years for making beans. Well, it's more like a framework than a recipe, but the idea is the same. The original recipe did not call for the addition of sliced mushrooms, and fresh hot peppers, but I felt that I needed to add my on touch to the mix.

My brother invented the original recipe back in the 70s, and I am sure that it is probably an acquired taste. Other than being high in fibre, I cannot think of too many things that are especially healthy about this recipe, so I don't make it very often any more. Still, it is the taste of comfort food to me. It brings back fond memories of standing over a warm stove on a cold, blustery January day, listening to sound of sliced wieners and onions sizzling in a pot blending with the patter of rain hammering on the window.

It recalls happy times of being in a climate that was not actively out to kill me for five months of the year.

Beans

Aug. 16th, 2011 07:13 am
plonq: (Little Stinker)
The RCMP called last night from Selkirk. They want to take a formal statement from me about the body in the river. When he asked if it was a good night for it, I hesitated and said, "Actually, no. I'm, uh, kinda of tied up canning beans at the moment."

I'm sure I sounded quite convincing on the phone, but I swear it was the truth - I even have photographic evidence.

Dill Beans

He's going to come by sometime this evening instead.

I'm not sure how much I can tell him beyond what we told the 911 dispatcher over the phone. I guess the police need it from us directly for the record.

Better vacuum the floors after work.
plonq: (Bork Bork Bork)
I haven't made this recipe in years - I'd forgotten how good it smells when it's cooking. What do you get when you combine 1 1/2 pounds of Great Northern beans with a pound of pork hock and some chopped onions in a sauce of maple syrup, brown sugar and molasses? Something that looks like this after about 6 hours in the slow cooker:

Boston Baked Beans

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