Damn I think I’m going crazy, six weeks locked in the Covid cave, and why 19? How come it’s not twelve or six? Covid-6 sounds like a scary old Bela Lugosi movie, way more terrifying than silly old 19.
Drinking starts daily around 1:00 in the afternoon, insanity and confusion follow in short order.
All this free time? I know what I’ll do, I’ll work out more, put on 10 pounds already. I guess I’ll write the great american novel , who you trying to fool like you can write? Jesus drivel perhaps but write? Please.
So what’s a boy supposed to do? I watched that old seventies film “Shaft” the other day man did that suck. Now in season 2 of Ozark and God damn it’s good. No sports How many three-year old bowling tournaments and old UFC matches can you watch?
And then like God fell out of the sky and showed me T.V.G.
Have you seen this miracle? It’s live, live I’m telling you, live horse racing. All you have to do is watch, they give you details on the ponies you log onto your online sports (quit lying you have one) book and bet away. I’m only down 40 bucks in two days. Damn only 16 minutes till the first post time and that “Coin a Phrase” looks pretty fast better get this whole food mess out of the way but first I want you to stop what your doing (yes stop reading even) and go in your room, garage or back porch and fire up a doob, I’ll go with you, see you back here in a moment.
Damn bro that shit was tight, I’m hungry, what you got to hog down? Let’s have some horse steaks, that damn “Coin a Phrase” should change it’s name to “Dinner plate”
What?
We can’t eat it?
Oh, never mind.
Look what I’ve got here. That’s right Teriyaki steak and noodles, somebody get me some damn chopsticks it’s go time. I was once warned that you may over indulge on this finery causing one to eject said meal with vicious force. One poor soul swore that it cursed him so that every time he vomited over the next ten years he could taste that savory meat in his (he got better) nose, so be warned my friends, be warned.
TEXAS ON FIRE
Look, there is nothing new here, (I am certain that this dish has been covered in one of “Yeah Rights”s righteous posts, go there, I’m a dork) so let’s make haste, shall we?
Perfectly simple: it’s basically one cup of soy sauce and one third cup sugar, (some say to add water to thin the soy to this I also scoff) just do the math it works up to bathtubs full. Now I have always, let me reiterate (Ooh reiterate) always, used white sugar choose what you like but again.. So I used 3 cups soy to one fat cup of sugar (I like mine a little sweet) like 7 cloves of garlic and a two ounce chunk of fresh ginger, a third of a cup of pineapple (yes canned is fine it’s what I used) juice and throw into pan that will hold said mass. Bring just to a boil and drop the heat to simmer stirring every (use a timer it’s what I did, but I was drunk) 7 minutes or so for about an hour. Let cool or if you like Napalm, just spill a little of this molten madness on your crotch.
Pour gently into a clean vessel (why yes I did use my empty soy sauce bottle and does it ever just do the trick) and store in cool box 31. Oh you’ll see why it’s 31.
My meat was so big it scared some of the slightly damaged children so I chose to trim it a touch, a little fat here, cut into 4 equal ( Oh, got said meatus at Whole Foods market and damn was it expensive, but you know any port in a storm and such) sized chunks tossed into a large plastic storage bag into cool box 31 for,
JUST LOOK AT THE VIOLENCE
Oh Christ here he goes…..
Picture 10 year old D.J.Taj at Christmas no less. Grandma’s house and could she lay down a spread? (the very Christ mess that said regurgitate story from above took place) piles of tasty abounds. Sweets and treats and delicious delights for every tongue. On the magic middle table laid a meat item sent down from heaven itself succulent, juicy, which compelled me to ask “Grandma what did you do to create this boner inducer” (does that count?) and she said…Now where was I?
Put into plastic bag for 48 hours, no I did not say 27 I said 48 and if you don’t, not only will my dead grandmother haunt your soul but you will do it wrong. Look it’s meat candy it needs all 48 I went 51. Started Thursday (just before first beer) at noon, cooked Saturday around 3. If you are not going to do this go somewhere else it has, MUST, YOU HEARTLESS BASTARDS, MUST be done this way, cool?
Fire up grill, pull out bag (not that one silly) pat your meat chunks dry and let come to room temperature,wait I need another hit I’ll be right back.
Throw onto grill cook 3:30 seconds (fire not too hot or not too cool but you know this already) use that timer again it’s okay. After time elapses grab meat and be prepared for the stickage it will be tremendous, we have already discussed the whole candy meat concept, rotate sticky meat 90 degrees, back to timer give me another 3:30.
Time to flip , please dear baby Jesus do not overcook you are going to heat it with the noodles in mere moments. Cook for 3 more minutes it should be ( I am not in your backyard with you so you’re going to need to help me here)
yummy yummy time, cover with foil and let breath for at least ten minutes, noodle time bitches.
HEY IS THAT A …
As per package instructions thirty minutes in VERY hot water, ( I did this twenty minutes ago, keep up) big bowl ( I break my noodles in half, easier to handle later) noodles in, cover with towel, let stand thirty minutes. Prepped your veggies? Good saves time.
Wok or what ever big ass skillet you may have
Oh crap forgot
1/4 cup of onion finely chopped
1 carrot shredded no blood or fingernails please
4 cloves garlic finely minced oh go ahead and bleed if you must
2 ounces big chunk of Elvis, what? damn that weed is good Jack. Ginger, fresh only, chopped (yes it is a challenge, persevere, overcome) fine
1 cup frozen peas
1 cup broccoli (I used frozen don’t you cast your demon eyes my way, vicious coot)
Couple of squirts of (I used vegetable) oil
Notice I used no salt? wonder why? Because soy is very salty.
Big pan, wok, whatever means you are using to prepare this silliness, carrots (longest cook time but you knew that) first, ginger and onions next, cook until ready, add garlic and peas, heat thoroughly, add noodles heat (and thorough) flip them sum bitches over a few times
and ( remember that bottle of sauce we poured earlier? some folks say it’s too strong, to that I say “Fuck em”)
add a couple of splashes of our treasure sauce.
Grab a bowl, some chopsticks 4 beers and 2 napkins, it’s about to get ugly up in here. Now take the prepared meat cut very thin on the (against not with the grains) bias,
I prepped broccoli on the side (some pussies don’t (yes I am looking right at you) like it) throw the whole concoction on a plate or bowl
more sauce? that’s up to you, eat until full, no projectile vomiting please.
Was it good? Yes.
Was it hard? No.
Did I have fun? Week 7 of the lock down, there’s no God and there’s no devil so
le ciel saigne
I love you all, be safe and be smart the worst may yet come.
Well I thought the only thing more boring than ice hockey would have to be women’s ice hockey, but having just watched this game on NBC my opinion has changed. Sure, they’re all lesbians, but I used to be able to cure that.
The United States beat Canada for the gold, meaning we get to keep all the nuclear weapons. Thank you gals!
At the medal presentation instead of playing “The Star Spangled Banner” they’re playing “Moon River” from Breakfast at Tiffany’s, and I gotta admit it’s a much better national anthem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVUMVZGA8gE
That’s fucking classic
holy shit
The hockey bits in Letterkenny are fantastic, but the women going all in is something special. The show does a good job in general letting them stand on their own.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d77O1-5GaR8
Tanis is erotically terrifying.
Have more lasagna in me than blood right now. Just layers of meat after meat after “hey, is that a little bit of ricotta?” for the people who like that shit after moar meat.
I grew up eating lasagna with no ricotta whatsoever — just a layer of mozzarella on top — because my mother didn’t like cheese. When I started cooking seriously on my own, I followed recipes and put in ricotta layers because that’s what you’re “supposed” to do. Now I realized, fuck it, I prefer it the way mom made it, screw all that shitty cheese.
Mine’s the other way where my mom always put way too much ricotta in it, and ricotta fucking sucks. It ain’t much to look at, but fucking delicious nonetheless.
Yeah, I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am pro-cheese in general. But ricotta is fucking bland. If it’s unhealthy AND doesn’t taste good, what do I need it for?
I mix parm and herbs in with my ricotta, just to give it some extra flavor. The ricotta is more to kind of glue the layers together, rather than for taste. I always use less than they call for, no more than 8 oz for a huge pan of lasagna.
Agreed. I mix in an egg along with herbs and nutmeg. Season every chance you have.
Steak last night, eggs benedict this morning. I’m going to have to switch to semi-healthy eating for a few meals now. But it was fun while it lasted.
Found some beautiful ribeye steaks and baked potatoes at the Lion of Food. Gonna sautee some mushrooms and onions in red wine for over the top. Put a spinach and greens side salad beside that, some ice cream and vodka for dessert, and we’ve got ourselves a happy Mommy.
Peas in pasta? I have never done that.
It’s his own thing but I’ve done it in carbonara.
Also for the record: the beef used was top sirloin.
Never get topping-from-the-bottom sirloin.
I too am preparing a sodium bomb meat extravaganza! Mississippi pot roast-classy AF! It’s in the slow cookin’ jacuzzi as we speak. I’ll let you know how it turns out in about 7 hours. The beauty of the crock pot is that I can get completely baked and still have a delicious dinner while keeping the confused kitchen twirling to a minimum. It’s a win for everyone!
I will be adding “slow cookin’ jacuzzi” to my vocabulary.
“Already in mine!” – Mark Chmura
I had to look that up. Now I wish I hadn’t!
I’m on to day 2 of my cooking extravaganza. Today I’ve got 2 different disciplines involving two different types of flour. I did the labor intensive chopping and such yesterday so today won’t be THAT bad.
I found yeast at the store this week, but no flour. I have probably a pound or two of AP, so I might try to make some cloverleaf rolls.
I found a great big head of real garlic at my regular store today. My supply on hand was getting low.
I checked for yeast but no go. I’ve still got 5 packets of instant-rise left.
I’m proofing as we speak.
I got garlic too, finally. And…(drum roll) Toilet paper! I was getting worried that I might have to gather leaves.
All these white, hilljack, racist murdering fucks who keep killing black dudes immediately identify themselves as ‘God-Fearing’, which implies the obvious conclusion that God is a black man.
I mean they do say that God created man in his image, and if you believe that humanity originated in Africa…
Mother’s Day here means it’s time for a big fuck off lasagna
And since she works night shift, it means listening to Tool while making it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_nQhGR0K8M
I think lasagna needs something a bit more operatic than Tool. Maybe Queen? Or… GWAR!
Mmmmmm…lasagna sounds good. I think I might echo that sentiment a little later.
Car batteries and dying at the lamest times, name a more iconic duo
Found a funny:
“Children are our future, and right now the future stinks.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGyTXmKpVlw
I think the 19 in COVID 19 refers to the year it emerged.
Can I use Cool Box 32 if I don’t have a 31?
That looks amazing, btw. I’ll definitely be using that soy sauce marinade on many meats.
While I love soy sauce on just about everything, I may have some questions about how you phrased that.
Yes, those included.
For the record: it was fucking delicious.
I have no doubt it was. Can you reveal the mystery of Cool Box 31?
I have no fucking clue but I’ll ask and get back to you.
I asked and he just said “Insanity?”
Perfect