I miss grilling/smoking/bbq'ing, even though I'm at around 80-85% range of motion in my left arm, it's weak where I can't even lift a gallon of milk to shoulder height. So that;s out until I get strength back.
Neither do I, but at arm's length even flipping meat around or setting up the grill is hard to do. I'm write with my right hand, but use my left hand for most other stuff. A couple days ago when I made dinner, it was hard enough just on a stove top.
Remember the old days when you had to take a roll of film of your food, wait for it to get developed and hope it came out, then go around showing the pictures to your friends?
one of our cats looks just like that one! Except ours can't go outside to have any adventures. But she's hell on any moths that fly into the house! Side note my dog recently learned why playing with toads is a bad, bad idea. Now the toad has a favorite spot literally on our back door frame and the dog doesn't even look sideways at it! Here's a pic - the toad sets up shop every night here until we turn off all the lights and go to bed. The pic is about actual size - it's a big fat toad who acts like it owns the place!
I cook for a living and I’ve made some decent shit and I know how to grill and I know you live in Texas so it would be a sin if you didn’t know how to grill, but your grilling photos make me jealous and I know this is the green room, but
It helps that I'm an even better photographer than I am a cook. People tell me I should do barbecue contests and shit but my response is always no, because then it would start to feel like work. Some colleagues at a competing station in town who are also good cooks/barbecuers/grillers and I have joked about starting a food trailer or something, but that's all it is at this point. Talk.
Felt like taking a trip, so went to Kentucky. Found a really cool barn cabin on AirBNB, and found a BBQ place by the cabin. They have damn good BBQ, you order at the counter and then they bring the food out to you. So while ordering we watched the cook getting the pork butts out of the smoker, he was pulling the skins of the butts and throwing the skins out. So we asked could we get some of that. The cook gave us a few pieces, holy shit it was damn good. He must of heard us, because he brought out like 2 pounds of it in a tray. The skin had bits of fat and meat stuck to it. How the hell could they throw it out.
isn't that an episode of Bob's Burgers? Think I'm gonna go get a 'Nish taco, just to join the food porn party. (edit)This is what I'm going for... Rabbit with wild rice, smoked cheddar, and carrot slaw on a fry bread biscuit.
Made two stops in the Mennonite community, the first was a pretty small store, it had mainly produce and canned/jarred products made by the Mennonites. Wound up buying a jar of locally produced honey, bbq sauce, 2 bottles of hot sauce (I like buying hot sauces at different country stores, currently have around 30 or so), a large jar of tomato juice, chocolate chip cookies all for $21. Then went to the Amish Store, which sort of confused me. I was thinking that the Amish weren't allowed to use electricity. But it's called Habeggers Amish Store, so why do they have electric lights, fridges, and touch screen registers? The Mennonites are allowed to use electricity, and almost all the products there are produced locally by the Mennonites. I'm guessing using 'Amish' is probably better marketing. Would that be considered cultural appropriation? Anyway, wound up getting lunch there. Ordered a roast beef sandwich with lettuce, tomato, farmers cheese ( never had it or heard of it, it's sort of like a creamy provolone), mayo, pepperoncini, and spicy mustard on sourdough bread. The bread is locally made along with the meat and cheese, the lettuce and tomato are locally grown. Holy shit, that was the best damn deli sandwich I've ever had anywhere, and the bread, that was the best bread I've ever had. The cookies I bought from the smaller store, best chocolate chip cookies I've ever had. Here's the corner of the smaller store and the home of the owner.
My guess is it's a non-Amish who's retailing Amish and Mennonite goods. I'm sure you're right that calling it Amish brings in more business.
My neighbor's house. The cat is real - it's from up the street, and it apparently just decided to pose there today as we walked by.
Kitteh has an attitude of "yeah I know I'm adorable, what about it?" Wait...are you sure that's not a dust mop?
