Sunday, December 4, 2016

I don't normally do this, but...

My great niece (and she is GREAT) Jamie wrote this song for her fella David. As you might have noticed, I only post my own songs (I'm kinda egotistical like that). But it's nice to see this Goerlich trait of singer/songwriter has passed down through the generations.


Hello bacon, my old friend
I've come to partake in you again
Because a smell softly creeping
Left its scent while I was sleeping
And the smell that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the smell of bacon

In restless restaurants I ate alone,
Narrow minds and hearts of stone
‘Neath the halo of a frying pan
I turned my collar to protect my bacon,
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And engulfed me in the smell of bacon

And in the baking light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without eating
People hearing without tasting
People baking bacon that they will never share
No one dare
Disturb the smell of bacon

“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Bacon is like a pot of gold
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my bacon that I might reach you”
But my words like silent bacon grease they fell
And echoed in the smell of bacon

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon bacon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said “bacon rules the world
And its written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the smell of bacon

~ Jamie Hugo

Saturday, December 3, 2016

The Rolling Stones - Ride 'Em On Down


Finally Friday

Friday was overcast, cold, windy and gloomy.

I went to Time Out for lunch. It was very crowded. I wasn't really that hungry, so I skipped the fish and chips. Instead, I just got a bowl of the soup of the day: Cheesy Potato and Ham. It was excellent!

I had errands to run (of course) but I just went back to work. It was too miserable outside.

I drove home in a very light snow.

Back home, I watched the news, then worked on the computer some. When I got hungry, I ate the other two pieces of pizza cold.

I watched a couple of taped shows and then went to bed early.

Friday, December 2, 2016

Then it was Thursday

It was cold and windy with some sort of wet mist on the first of December.

Sidebar: The mist was annoying. I was unable to determine if it was snow or rain. And, it wasn't enough to turn the wipers on "intermediate" but you had to hit them occasionally. This continued all damn day long.

I went to lunch at Big Boy's. Not sure why, but I ordered what they call their Denver omelet (diced ham, onions and green peppers with cheese). It was delicious, but I couldn't eat all the hash browns or toast.

When I left for home, there were cars and trucks stopped in the north bound lanes of Levan south of Commerce! They were waiting on the world's longest train that was moving at about five miles per hour. What to do?

Sidebar: If only I'd turned right and gone to Plymouth Road...

Instead, I got into the turn lane and drove past all the cars and trucks. I turned left at the light before the train tracks and went to Newburgh.

Sidebar: Newburgh goes under the train tracks.

From there I got onto Schoolcraft (the I-96 service drive). But when I approached the ramp to I-96, all I saw were a sea of taillights. I-96 looked like a parking lot!

So, I stayed on Schoolcraft, like everyone else. It was a slow go. So, when I got to Stark Road, I got off. I couldn't go back to Plymouth Road because of the damn train. So, I wound through neighborhoods at 25 mph until I finally got to Five Mile Road. I took that to Beech Daly (which also goes under the train track) and from there went to Plymouth Road and back to San Jose.

All in all, my normal 10 minute trip took more than 30 minutes!

I baked a small pizza for my dinner and ate two pieces while watching the hockey game. Then I went to bed.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Wednesday

Wednesday, the last day of November was still warm. In fact. according to meteorologists, this has been the sixth warmest November ever!

I ate lunch at Newburgh Grill. I ordered the tomato orzo soup and a grilled ham and cheese sandwich. The soup was delicious, but way too hot. I kept blowing on every spoonful, but by the time I finished it, the sandwich had arrived and was cold. I was full, so, I asked to take it to go.

I had some time, so I drove through Hines Park before going back to work. It was amazing to see how many people were out walking, jogging and riding bicycles on the last day of November!

I bought a bag of chips from the vending machine before going home. That and my ham sandwich made and excellent dinner.

I did the Wednesday night wash before settling down to some TV.

I was going through the TV menu when I saw one of my favorite series was back on the History channel. So, I watched the last show of the Vikings, a recap of the series to date (it's been off for a couple of years) and then the first of the new series. Excellent!!!

Then I went to bed.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Tuesdy's Tale.

It was a sunny, windy day here. I took the trash out to the road and then left for work. I stopped at the Looney Bakery and got bagels and a tub of cream cheese on the way into work.

Our high temperature was 58 degrees, but the wind made it feel chilly when I walked outside.

It was Nate's (one of our techs) last day so, as is our tradition, they bought five pizzas and we had a farewell lunch. The pizzas looked and smelled wonderful. But, by that time, I had eaten 1 1/2 salt bagels with cream cheese. So, I had trouble eating just one piece.

Then I ran out to Larry's Foodliner to get some cat food and kitty litter.

Back home, I got the trashcan and mail back inside. I switched out the kitty litter and added the cat food to the self-feeder.

Chores done, I watched the news. When I got hungry, I fixed a can of Bean with Bacon soup.

NCIS was a rerun, so I watched the Red Wings hockey game. It was a good one and we won 3-1! So, I went to bed happy.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Thanksgiving Weekend

Okay, so I admit it. The older I get, the more I realize just how much I am thankful for. Family, friends, the way I was raised... the list goes on and on. Wouldn't trade it for the world. So, I'll climb off of my soapbox and get on with the Blog.

Sidebar: I know this is like four days late. I apologize. I swore to Jake years ago I would not quit on this, but sometimes I just don't freakin' feel it, you know?

So, I took the turkey out of the fridge at 10:30 a.m. on Thursday to let it come to room temperature.

Sidebar: I usually push butter and maybe sage leaves under the skin. But (I learned too late) if you are using a dry brine, you have to do it before you add the brine. The salt tightens the skin up and you would just rip it.

I did rub the whole breast with a stick of softened butter before I stuck it in the preheated oven at 11:00 a.m. I put it in my roasting pan on a rack. Under it I put a lemon, cut in half, an unpeeled onion, also cut in half and a big wad of fresh sage. I poured a can of chicken broth in the pan as well.

About 12:30 p.m., I made my glaze in a saucepan. I put in 3/4 cup of bourbon, 1/4 cup of apple juice, two tablespoons of maple syrup and some black pepper corns. I brought that to a boil and then let it simmer for about 20 minutes until it was a thick, gooey mess. This was a riff on a Pioneer Woman recipe.

I trimmed my Brussels sprouts and cut them in half. I tossed them with olive oil, salt and pepper and put them in the oven to roast, along with the two halves of a acorn squash, cut side down.

At 1:00 p.m., I took the turkey out and brushed on the glaze. The turkey went back in the oven. I turned the squash cut side up, put in a pat of butter in each cavity, along with fresh thyme and rosemary.

I took the turkey out at 1:30 p.m. and tented it with foil, to let it rest. I let the Brussels sprout roast a little longer.

Somewhere in there, Courtney snuck in, dropped her dinner off on the front porch and sent me a text, saying it was out there. I swear that girl is a ninja. I never heard her. I even tested the doorbell when I went out to bring in her food. Worked fine.

Sidebar: Now, why would somebody bring me a Thanksgiving dinner when I was making a Thanksgiving dinner? Well, here's how it all went down. We were discussing menus. I said I was making a turkey breast. I had considered roasting a chicken at first, but I do like turkey. She said she was roasting a whole turkey because she liked the dark meat better. I said so do I but didn't need all the leftovers. And I admired her mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing and green bean casserole ideas. So, since I was going in a completely different direction,she said she'd bring me some, along with squash pie for dessert.

Her husband, Mike, said, "Why in the hell doesn't he just come over for dinner?" She said she had asked me (and she did, repeatedly) but I refused.

Now, here's the thing. My food was either still roasting or resting. Hers was still hot and smelled fantastic.

So, I ended up eating hers for my thanksgiving dinner, along with some Brussels sprouts, LOL. Squash pie tastes like a mild pumpkin pie, BTW.

Later on, Vicky and Yanessa stopped by. Vicky gave me a takeout box filled with little dessert treats. Caley shot by from downstairs and Yanessa immediately tried to follow her. I told her not to, the cat was evil and would bite or scratch her.

I asked Yanessa about her skating (she's on a hockey team) and about her ballet class. She said she just learned a new dance. So, I got up and did a silly dance and asked her if it was like this. She laughed and said, "No, it's like this!" and showed me.

Pretty soon, Victoria joined us and we all danced around the kitchen.

As they were leaving, Yanessa stopped dead at the door to the living room (I almost crashed into her). I asked her what was wrong. She said she didn't want the cat to get her (maybe I overdid my warning). I said, "No the kitty is scared of you. She will only bite or scratch if you try to play with her."

Great, now I traumatized a three year old...

After they left, I snacked on the desserts. I should have asked Victoria where they came from. They were just little one-bite things but they tasted amazing. My favorite was the one that had raisins in it. But, that little smear of ice cream was amazing. Do you have any idea how long its been since I tasted ice cream? OMG, that shit is GOOD!!!

I sent a text to Courtney, since I didn't get any green bean casserole. She apologized and said she had an 8:00 a.m. doctor's appointment on Friday and would drop some off if I would be awake. I told her I'd make her coffee or hot chocolate.

So, Friday morning, before I even had time to brush my teeth, the doorbell rang. I threw on my robe and answered the door.

Now, normally, I would be embarrassed to be in just my robe. But, this was Courtney, she went to nursing school and has seen my scars before (don't ask).

I had half my turkey breast and half the acorn squash in baggies for her family so we exchanged foods.

I got my green bean casserole but she left before I could make her any coffee or hot chocolate. Sorry. I owe you one.

Sidebar: It could have been me not brushing my teeth, I suppose.

I took the rest of Friday off, other than cleaning up the Thanksgiving mess.

I wasn't anymore motivated on Saturday, other than watching the Michigan/Ohio State game. Disappointing. I'm sticking with "Roll, tide, roll." Just for Carla.

I did make some Grand biscuits. I used them to make turkey sliders, LOL! Thought it was an innovative use of left overs.

I happened to come across the Hatfield's and McCoy's series with Kevin Costner on the History Channel around 10:00 p.m. I watched one hour of it. Then I watched another hour of it. Then another and so on. Finally went to bed at 4:00 a.m. Stupid...

Sunday morning, I girded my loins (that hurts, sometimes) and went out into the frost to refill all the feeders. Back inside, I was seriously tired of turkey. So, I made four slices of bacon, two eggs over easy and some 12-Grain toast. I used the last of the toast to suck up the bacon grease.

Sidebar: Hey, yeah. I know. That's was totally wrong but it was delicious. I mean, first ice cream and then bacon grease? It's a slippery slope.

Sunday night, I warmed up the last of the green bean casserole and more of my turkey breast for dinner. I am planning on watching some TV. But, I also plan on being in bed by 11:00 p.m.


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Speaking of birthdays...

(which we weren't) yesterday was my friend Stephanie's birthday. Long time readers will remember she used to work with me and is a member of the West Branch biker broads I know. Also, if you remember, I made her a huge custom clock and then had her bike seat recovered. So, I thought I would show you my favorite picture of her and her bad-ass Harley custom scooter. She gives the greatest hugs!



Sidebar: I could NEVER pick that bad-boy up...

Good point!


Rainy days and Wednesdays...

It was cold and spitting rain on the way into work on Wednesday. I had to stop at Larry's Foodliner first as I had forgotten to get a lemon at Westborn yesterday. While I was there, I snagged an on-sale can of whole cranberries (I forgot those on my Thanksgiving menu).

I had gotten a letter from the Secretary of State office on Monday, letting me know I had to renew my truck and bike license plates. But, this time, I had to renew my driver's license as well. Which meant I couldn't just mail in the money, I had to go in.

Now, I usually go the one on Wayne, near Ford Road. It's small, usually understaffed and crowded. It is not a good experience. I was bitching about it on Tuesday when Courtney said the one in Canton was modernized, plenty of staff and normally quick.

So, I brought in my stuff and left at 11:00 a.m. I was thinking I'd have to either skip lunch or grab something at McDonald's on the way back. But, just before I left, Richie (one of our techs) came in and said he was going to Lee's Chicken (a famous local restaurant and seriously deserving of that title) and did anybody want anything?

Thank you, Jesus!

So, I gave him six bucks for a chicken dinner and headed out.

When I got there, the line was long and I was behind a group that included a Grandmother, a mother, a teenage son who was going to apply for his first license and an eight year old.  So, I couldn't really see where I was going or what was ahead. I was just going.

I spent some time enjoying looking at the butt of a young lady up ahead (I admit it, okay? Hey, I'm old, not dead.) I noticed people kept walking up in front of me and then walking back. WTF? Then I noticed there was a kiosk ahead. When I got closer, it's sign said, "Please enter your phone number to get your place in line." Dammit!

Sidebar: So, like, eight people who came in after me were now ahead of me. I punched in my phone number and immediately got a text thanking me. Technology, you gotta love it.

When I talked to the lady at window one, she directed me to take a seat and wait for my number to be called. While I sat there, I kept getting automated texts, giving me my appropriate wait time.

Sidebar: Is this in all SOS offices now? Have things changed that much in three years? I dunno.

It was finally my turn and I breezed through it (I'm always scared about the vision thing). She took my picture, showed it to me on a computer screen and asked me if I liked it. I don't remember that three years ago as an option, either. I said, "That's about as good as I ever look. So, sure."

Then she asked if I had had any seizures or fainting spells in the last year. Now, I KNOW nobody asked me that before. What is this? Age discrimination? I said , "NO!" paid my money and got the hell out of there.

I was there about an hour and a half. Not as quick as Courtney made is sound, but better than Wayne Road. And, with the people-watching, a nearby bathroom and the occasional automated texts, it wasn't bad.

When I got back to work, I had an excellent three piece chicken dinner, with mashed potatoes & gravy, mac & cheese and a biscuit waiting for me. It was way too much food and I couldn't eat it all, but damn it tasted good.

Our boss told us just after 3:00 p.m. that, if we at a point we could stop, to go home. Courtney split first and I followed about 15 minutes later.

It was raining like a bitch and I-96 was horrible. Then I saw taillights coming on in all four lanes. Oh, shit! I cut in front of another truck (he did honk, but, hey, it wasn't THAT close) and got off on Middle Belt. I took Schoolcraft to Inkster and saw police cars and flashing lights on the expressway below me.

Back home, the damn post office van was three houses down from me (so much for getting home early). Instead of pulling up to the box, all I could do was wait in the garage and then trudge out in the rain. Trust me, the mail inside wasn't worth it. 

Back inside, I treated the cat, changed clothes and started the Wednesday night wash. Then I got started on my dry brine.

Okay, so I never tried this, but have been intrigued. I've always either went old school, or did a wet brine.

So, I mixed together six tablespoons of kosher salt, four tablespoons of medium ground black pepper, one tablespoon of granulated sugar and one tablespoon of paprika.

I took the nine-pound turkey breast out of the fridge, where it had been thawing for a day.

Sidebar: Courtney teased me when I told her I took it out to thaw. She's doing a 16 pound (if I remember right) turkey and said mine should thaw in a couple of hours. NOT! There was still ice in the cavity.

I rinsed it off in the sink.

Sidebar: There has been a lot of discussion about this recently. The theory is that, by doing that, you splash bacteria all over the place. But, my mother and every other mother I know rinsed off poultry. So, I moved everything out of the way, rinsed it off, patted it dry with paper towels and set it aside.

Next, I sprayed the area with antibacterial spray and wiped it off with paper towels, which I threw away.

Then I rubbed the dry brine into the turkey breast and set it uncovered into the fridge for a minimum of 12 hours (up to two days).

I washed up and hung up the laundry.

I didn't really feel like eating, but my pills would make me puke if I didn't. So, I ate some cheese and crackers for dinner while watching the hockey game, switching to the SNL Thanksgiving show when I could. Both were great. Then I went to bed.