Neanderpundit

but I’d like to shake his hand. And then, perhaps, pop him in the head one.

The good news is that the curtains and the liners both have the same number of hooks so the eyelets match up. The bad news is, some assembly required. Thank god I don’t have to do this once a day.

Drove the Cushman under it’s own power for the first time today. Trans works fine, clutch good, engine could use a tuneup but first it needs to move around reliably.

Oh, and stop. Stopping would be nice, inasmuch as I have a backyard much like a cliff. Needs a master cylinder before I do that, though.
Forty bucks I don’t have.

Chris is on fire, as usual

Stew, that is.

I pulled out some deer steaks last thursday to make fajitas, and one of the packages turned out to be mislabeled- it was actually a shank (or a pair of them)

Not so good for grilling, but great for slow cooking. A lot of connective tissue, which lends itself nicely to the crock pot.

Anyway, I made sonofabitch stew. Actually, sonofabitch stew is a specific kind of stew made predominantly from organ meats and the gut marrow of a calf, but when I was growing up it was a sort of a generic term for any kind of crap you throw together so’s you can have something to eat.

I started by slicing and braising the shanks in some olive oil until they were just browned, and threw them in the pot. I added some celery and onion, and a cup of tomato paste. I poured in a beer and let it simmer on low overnight.

In the morning I added a cup each of black eyed peas, kidney beans, and black beans I had soaked overnight. Plus some molasses and some brown sugar, and some jalapenos.

Has the consistency and appearance of a steel cut oat driven bowel movement, but it sure tastes nice. Leftovers are fine too. May have to take some cheese to throw on top of it today.