A Pretty Laid Back Weekend
It was Di's weekend to work and I just stayed home and cooked and played guitar. I was messing with the action of that Larrivee and got it down to one sixteenth of an inch on both sides, just where Di likes it. With those John Pearse strings, she said she likes the Larivee as much as she does her Martin, and that's considerably.
I made some spaghetti sauce Saturday morning and it slow cooked all day. I made it with a whole bulb of garlic and a small chunk of swiss steak from which I maticulously removed all visible fat. I went to the Art's grocery to get a few things and they had sliced fresh mushrooms on special because they were a bit far from fresh. I wouldn't eat them raw in a salad but they were fine for a spaghetti sauce so I bought both pounds they had left. Needless to say we had a garlic mushroom sauce. I put both pounds in and let them slow cook for about four hours, it was so savory and mushroomy.
That seemed to ruffle Erik's feathers because he hates mushrooms. He decided not to stay and eat with us because he doesn't like mushrooms even though he had already decided not to eat with us before he knew what we were having for supper. Go figure.
I had been cooking in a hot kitchen all day and drinking beer while I did and two things happened; I ran out of beer and became too toasted to drive to get more so I asked Erik to stop and buy some for me before he left town. I gave him the money and a little while later he comes back with a case af Miller Lite. He is over twenty-one years old and in those twenty-one years he has never seen me buy light beer. In fact, if he's been paying attention at all which I believe he has, he would have heard me pontificate many times about how light beer sucks and how I'd rather drink bath water than sip such panther urine. I guess that will teach me a thing or two for putting all those mushrooms in the spaghetti sauce.
He really does not like my beans and ham on rice either so I made that for supper on Sunday. It was very good, I think I've finally got the spice mix down.
I made some spaghetti sauce Saturday morning and it slow cooked all day. I made it with a whole bulb of garlic and a small chunk of swiss steak from which I maticulously removed all visible fat. I went to the Art's grocery to get a few things and they had sliced fresh mushrooms on special because they were a bit far from fresh. I wouldn't eat them raw in a salad but they were fine for a spaghetti sauce so I bought both pounds they had left. Needless to say we had a garlic mushroom sauce. I put both pounds in and let them slow cook for about four hours, it was so savory and mushroomy.
That seemed to ruffle Erik's feathers because he hates mushrooms. He decided not to stay and eat with us because he doesn't like mushrooms even though he had already decided not to eat with us before he knew what we were having for supper. Go figure.
I had been cooking in a hot kitchen all day and drinking beer while I did and two things happened; I ran out of beer and became too toasted to drive to get more so I asked Erik to stop and buy some for me before he left town. I gave him the money and a little while later he comes back with a case af Miller Lite. He is over twenty-one years old and in those twenty-one years he has never seen me buy light beer. In fact, if he's been paying attention at all which I believe he has, he would have heard me pontificate many times about how light beer sucks and how I'd rather drink bath water than sip such panther urine. I guess that will teach me a thing or two for putting all those mushrooms in the spaghetti sauce.
He really does not like my beans and ham on rice either so I made that for supper on Sunday. It was very good, I think I've finally got the spice mix down.
posted by Rev Pete at 6:14 AM
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