Sunday, October 26, 2014


I woke up at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday. I had a cup of coffee filling in the Blog post. Then I made some soft boiled eggs for breakfast. I putzed around after that. My first appointment wasn’t until 11:30 a.m.

I drove up Telegraph to the Tamaroff Nissan dealership near 12 Mile. It was time for my second service visit. I know, I know, I could just get the damn oil changed myself but, as I’ve said before, this truck has got to last me until I die. So, I want every routine maintenance service well documented.

Sidebar: They changed the oil and rotated the tires. It cost me $61.00. That’s just a little over what I would have paid a quickie oil change place just to change the oil in the Volvo.

While I was there, I asked about mud flaps. Well, duh. They don’t sell “mud flaps.” They are called “splash guards.”

Sidebar: I get that. No point in appealing to the hillbillies or long-haul truckers. And, yeah, they are hard plastic, not rubber flaps. But, still…

Explanation: I have noticed this summer (I guess I wasn’t paying attention back in the polar vortex days) that my tires throw a lot of sh*t up on the side of the truck when it’s wet. So, I would prefer the salt and snow of the upcoming winter was not splashed on my truck sides but kept contained to the wheel wells.

The upshot was that I ordered both front and rear “splash guards.” They will call me when they come in and I’ll have to go there during the week to get them installed.

Mud Flap Sidebar #2: I remember my first pickup truck. It was back in my hippie homesteader days, back on 24 Mile Road. I bought the Chevy truck without a bed for like $500.00. It was light blue. Then I found a bed (it was brown) and I bolted it on. I worked in a factory at that point, so I scrounged around. There was some kind of belt or conveyor or something that was about 18 inches wide and forever long, so I asked the foreman if I could have some of it. It was thick rubber, embedded with steel fibers. I had to use a cut-off wheel to cut it. But I took the two-foot sections I cut and bolted them onto the truck with self-tapping screws and big washers. They worked great!

Since I was that far north, I took I-696 to I-275 back home. That allowed me to stop at the Barnes and Noble at 6-Mile and Haggerty to resupply. $50+ later, I took 5-mile back to Westborn.

I had done a quick inventory Friday night and the only thing I was running low on was eggs. So, rather than go to Kroger’s, I figured I’d just buy them at Westborn. Unfortunately, all they had was extra-large eggs, which screws up most of my recipes. But I bought them anyway. I also got a wedge of mild Pinconning cheese and (what I came for) mustard greens.

Sidebar: I am trying to overcome my hatred of mustard greens. As a young lad, working on a truck farm, I used to have to harvest them. Try it sometime! The oil in them would burn the sh*t out of your bare arms.

From there, the last stop was CVS by the house. I had a photo on a thumb drive I needed a print of.

Background: When I got the title for the Royal Enfield, I never opened it. I just filed it away. I had done the same thing for the Triumph title. So, when I was trying to find the Triumph title for Jake and Carla, I had to open them both up. That’s when I found the Royal Enfield had a mistake! They listed it as a 1983 bike!!!

Jake checked the VIN tag on the frame. It says it’s a 2013. So, Friday night I took a picture of it. Actually, I took a bunch of pictures of it. Since it’s wrapped around the frame and the numbers and letters are stamped onto it, it was difficult to get a perfect photo.

When I went in to print it, there was a frazzled lady trying to print photos. The clerk was helping her, but the machine kept screwing up. She offered to let me use one of the machines (she was using both as she had a lot to print for a memorial service).

So, I went through the process and nothing came out. The clerk finally rebooted the system, and the machine started pumping out the lady's photos. I waited and waited and finally I got my 8x10 photo, then two 4x6 ones and another 8x10! That was one screwed up machine!!!

They only charged me for the one 8x10.

It was almost 2:00 p.m. when I finally got home. I put the eggs in the fridge and changed clothes. My plan was to mulch the leaves today. But the wind was blowing hard and leaves were coming down all over the yard. Not much point in mulching today, so I flip-flopped my ToDo list. I started cleaning the house and doing the weekend wash. Hopefully, Sunday will be better for leaf mulching.

I turned on the Michigan/Michigan State game as background noise.

I decided to take a nap while the kitchen floor dried.

When I woke up, I was hungry, so I started making dinner. First, I fried up some eggplant. 

I moved the finished eggplant off the stove and put my pasta pot on to boil.

Next, I chopped up three strips of thick cut Applewood-smoked bacon (the recipe calls for two, so I’ll use the other one for Sunday’s breakfast).

Note: Applewood-smoked bacon is harder to find but since I believe this is a riff on an Italian dish that probably used prosciutto, I think the milder flavor of Applewood-smoked bacon works better than the more assertive hickory-smoked bacon.

I cooked the chopped bacon until it was crisp, then removed it from the pan with a slotted spoon. I added two cloves of minced garlic and sautéed that one minute, stirring constantly. Then I sprinkled in one tablespoon of A/P flour and cooked that about another minute, still stirring. I slowly added one cup of milk still constantly stirring.

(This is a stirring recipe)

I let that cook about two minutes until bubbly and thickened, still stirring. Then I added 2/3 cup of Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese, stirring (what else?) until the cheese melted.

I drained my fresh fettuccine, reserving 1/4 cup of cooking water. I added the water to the skillet along with some salt. I put the hot pasta into the skillet, adding in the bacon, two tablespoon of fresh chopped flat leaf parsley and some fresh ground black pepper.

Note: the recipe calls for sprinkling the parsley and bacon of top of each serving, but I don’t have time for that. So, I mixed it in.

I plated the pasta and two slices of eggplant.

Hmmm… Very good!

I decided to clean up the kitchen later and went in to watch the hockey game. When it was over (we lost) I started reading again, this time in bed. When I got tired, I set the book aside and turned off the light, unwittingly leaving the kitchen a mess I’d have to deal with in the morning.


  1. I'm glad you're getting what you need for the truck! Dinner looks good. Whose recipe is that?

  2. Well, don't leave us in suspense. What about the Michigan/Michigan State game?

  3. LOL! Michigan State beat them (again).