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Squash + Pluot

August 18, 2013 Comments off

ImageWhoop de do! We harvested these guys from our garden plot yesterday. I’m so impressed with myself that a little nuclear fusion from the sun, and a little free irrigation water from the Colorado River has made these veggies for us.

But, what to do with them? I did the standard ‘put them under the grill (broiler) and throw salt, pepper, garlic and olive oil on them’ yesterday, but they still didn’t taste of much.

But today, we got a Porterhouse steak from Staters, and I sauteed the roundels of squash with, guess what, garlic and salt and pepper, but also a chopped up Pluot from our CSA box. Yummee 🙂 Seriously.

Categories: eating, Gardening

Sausage Rolls

April 28, 2013 1 comment

Here in the US of A, sausage rolls are a rare and expensive treat, and very hard to find. We used to buy them from the Shakespeare pub ‘shoppe’, but they were kind of pricey, so I made a couple of batches of my own. I donated a couple of rolls from the last batch to a friend who is wed to a lady of UK origin. She (her Jillness) requested some more when I offered. I also asserted that they were easy to make herself, and this is what this post is about.

The basic recipe is at Epicurious, but I halved the amount of herbs, added a bit more onion and garlic, together with black pepper, tomato puree and Worcestershire sauce.

What follows is a pictorial guide to making sausage rolls. Enjoy 🙂

Basic Ingredients

Sausage meat in the bowl

Chopped onion
This is garlic, not shallots!

garlic in the skillet


An egg

whisked lightly

Fresh ground black pepper

Ah! Worcestershire sauce.

Garlic & Onions done skilleting

Tomato puree

Mixin' it

Laying it out and egging it

Rolling it

Venting & slicing

Egged and ready


Categories: eating, recipes

Thanksgiving – a food overload

November 27, 2009 Comments off

I tried, unsuccessfully, to get one or more of my friends and their families to join us at Thanksgiving, but it’s a cultural thing, only family will do.

Last year, we helped out at the equivalent of a soup kitchen, but B. was reluctant to do so again, it turns out, by her own admittance, because the eight hours or so of social exposure was just too much.

So, we were on our own.

Ordinarily, I am accustomed to grabbing a 3 lb frozen turkey breast from our local supermarket, and whacking it into a crockpot for about three hours or so to make material for lunch turkey sandwiches for the bride. Way better than the slimy sliced turkey from the said same supermarket.

So, this time I used the same tekneek, but with added root vegetables. Roasted sweet potato, carrot and parsnip, together with the onions I had added to the crockpot, as well as sauteed leeks and microwaved beets. The apple smoked bacon over the turkey breast imparted a slightly smoked flavor to it.

Oh, and Yorkshire pudding (pop-overs, to the unwashed).

And sausage stuffing and Paxo sage and onion stuffing with added ground pecans (this was a disappointment).

We ate about a quarter of it.

So now we have pie 🙂


Categories: eating

Nice little ride – and Nessy Burgers!

November 8, 2009 Comments off

My pal Br. called me mid-evening yesterday, suggesting that we go for a motorcycle ride today (Sunday). He stipulated that i) we must visit Nessy Burgers for lunch, and ii) that he couldn’t tolerate the idea of suffering Bear Valley Parkway to get there.

I said that I’d email the gang to see whether we could get a few together. It slipped my mind until very late in the evening, and I didn’t expect anyone to turn up.

Except Jo. did. So the three of us set off up I-15 and up the western end of Highland Valley Road,  along Bandy Canyon Road to San Pasquale. Heading back west along SR-78 we noted a weird balloon releasing birds over the Wild Animal Park. It must be part of one of their ‘acts’, which seems odd as the title of the place gives not a single clue about animals being trained.

Just before intersecting with the dreaded Bear Valley Pkwy, we headed right on Citrus for some suburban cruising briefly picking up the road whose name may not be said.

The list of the roads: The whoops up to Lake Wohlford; squirrelly bits past Nates Butt Farm, Lilac and the inestimable Couser Canyon. Later we did Rice Canyon and then back all the way on old Highway 80.

Today, for the first time in a very long time, I knew ‘the flow’. This is when the machine and I seem to get along well and it seems to know what to do when I indicate what I want it to do. Mostly, it fights back, refusing to turn when I make the necessary movements to get it to turn, and I have to use brute force. But today, blissfully, we seemed to coalesce nicely.

Br. is trying (as is his wont) to sell the bennys of riding a Buell (in this case, a Ulysses). Jo. was the latest benefactor, and got to ride said Ulysses for a while, not taking a turn when he should have done, and taking all three of us to a ‘Road Ends Here’ moment. I’d ridden Br.’s prior Buell Lightning Long, but not the Ulysses, so having been offered the opportunity, I took it along some very unchallenging roads for about 5 miles. Here’s my opinion:

The riding position is very much ‘sit up’. My VFR ride is somewhat ‘lean forward’ even with the bar risers. That’s (the ‘sit-up’) not a problem, and is what you’d expect from a bike with trail pretensions (although, really, it’s a street bike). The suspension feels premium (like the way my bike feels after I spent $2,000 upgrading it). You feel the bumps, but they are well-controlled. I loved that. Handling is amazingly light for such a tall and heavy bike, and the engine is a torque monster – I wonder why they even bothered with a gearbox! I set off and after a minute or so getting used to where things were, I discovered I was doing 70mph without even thinking about it.  Niggles: the right frame member is very warm indeed – exactly where you’d put your right knee; the footpegs were vibrating quite irritatingly at said 70 mph and I’d like to ride it for an hour or so to determine whether that buzzing turns into foot numbness like my old Bandit 600 did; the stock windshield directed the wind straight into my helmet – making it noisy and buffety. Meh, that latter could be fixed by a shorter after-market shield. so it’s no biggy. The heat of the frame member might well be a deal-breaker; the footpeg vibration, mebbe too, but only after a longer evaluation. Either way, it’s moot. Buell is to be no more in a few weeks. (one minute silence for the bereaved)


So, to comment about Nessy Burgers. This place, situated right next to I-15 along SR-76, is insane. It’s a trailer. No phone. No website. No email. No restroom, even, you have to use the restrooms in the gas station next door (and the sodas in the gas station are way cheaper than those at Nessy’s. There, I’ve just saved you a buck. You’re welcome). You have to go there, to experience it for yourself; the Nessy Burger is awesome, the fries divine; the quantity – ridiculous. Br. and I have learned to share a Nessy Burger and fries to make sure that we don’t drop our mpg on the way home. We arrived at 11:30 and the business was fairly sparse. By the time our food arrived, 15 minutes later, there was a line about 30 feet long for food. Go Nessy’s!

Categories: eating, motorcycles