Archive for November, 2008

Appetizer Course

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Today’s my 31st birthday and Thanksgiving, and for the first time I’m spending the holiday away from family. I’m using recipes for just about everything I’m cooking today since I’ve never made most of these things. I’ll improvise next time. Here are some unflattering pictures of the appetizers, which are tasty, trust me.


Roasted Red Peppers

Stuffed ‘Chokes


Unfortunately, my oven died yesterday, so I’ll have to travel to roast the turkey later on. (No kidding, the board that controls the electronics in the display died last night while I was broiling the peppers.) For the turkey, I’m following Alton Brown’s Romancing the Bird procedure, as is just about everyone else in town, judging by the total sellout of vegetable stock at the grocery store.

Added later: Was too hungry to snap some pictures once I put the spread together, but dinner was a success, in spite of having no oven in the house to roast a turkey in.

The only recipe I followed for the main course, aside from the turkey, was this mushroom recipe, and it’s definitely a keeper.

SFII Turbo Re-Release

Friday, November 21st, 2008

I love that they used the music from Karate Kid in the trailer for Street Fighter II Turbo HD, a re-release of perhaps the best fighting game every made. I liked Champion edition, myself, where you could play with the bosses but before they tried to enhance all the characters to even the playing field. My friend Jess and I were absolute bad-asses at the game. We could still have a legendary Ken vs. Ryu battle today if we felt like it. But to be truly great at the game, you had to be able to kick the snot out of people with the weaker characters. Jess was better than I was—he could ride a machine for hours, easily beating up any takers while using difficult characters like Zangief (the bear wrestler from Russia) or E. Honda (the sumo wrestler from Japan).

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Laughable. Contemptible.

Congratulations

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

In her first year as head coach of the field hockey team at Sewanee (University of the South), my cousin’s wife, Coach Baldaccini, led her team to a conference championship, their best overall record since the 1998 season, and a berth in the D-III NCAA tournament.

Way to hit the ground running, Jen.

(And apparently my cousin is their assistant coach, too. Give him some credit for no doubt running the women through football drills.)

They’re playing Lynchburg as I type this (Bracket) for the right to take on Ursinus in the second round. There’s free streaming video of the games at that link. Single camera—no graphics—with a play-by-play voiceover.

Later that night: Dammit. Lost 4-0. Still an outstanding first season.

Fare Thee Well, Old Friend

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

A close friend of my family, Jim Hallman, died on Saturday at the age of 74. I’d known him since I knew anyone, from when my family moved from New Jersey to Columbus, Ohio in 1980 or so, and always knew him as a joyous, very funny man—one of the few people I’ve known who I’d consider applying the description “jolly,” although his sense of humor welcomely ran a little crass for that term. My earliest memories of him are the new jokes he’d always have to tell. He was a handy gentleman, as well, and worked as an apartment maintenance man long after he retired—I suppose just because he figured there was work there for him to do. Idle hands and all. His wife is my mom’s best friend.

I got to see him over the summer. He was looking hale and hearty and was out to visit one of his children in St. Louis. I was in town to work on my mom’s house to get it ready to sell. He was impressed with my drywall repair skills that’d improved quite a bit since I was in high school. Back then, I remember him commenting wryly, “Hell, most guys your age wouldn’t've even tried to fix it!” He meant it and I took it as a genuine compliment, although we both silently acknowledged that the patch under discussion looked like garbage. He was a genuinely decent man. While visiting, he got up on a chair to replace a ceiling fan. That weekend, he took my sister, my mother, a friend of mine, and me out to dinner along with his own very large family and we all had a good time. I had no idea he was in any way sick. Had no idea that would be the last time I’d ever see him. I think he wanted it that way, and that’s all right with me. I’ll always remember him as I always knew him.

I’m going to try to make it to Columbus for his memorial this weekend. It’s very hard for me to know what to say to people when they’re dealing with an enormous loss like this, although I’ve found this short essay, What to Say and Not to Say to the Grieving, by Donald Sensing helpful in the past. (DS’s essays have become hard to find as he’s changed websites, but the listing is there in plain sight here.)

Three-Critter Chili with Barley

Monday, November 10th, 2008

Here’s the quasi-recipe for the chili I improvised today from things that looked good at the store:

Halved this big ol’ sweet yellow onion, minced one half and sliced the other. Cooked the onion down in a little olive oil with salt and pepper. Poured two cans of Beef stock into the slow-cooker and set it on high.

While softening the onions, I started trimming fat and connective tissue from a couple of pork steaks. The noble pig is the first animal whose muscles are in my chili. After trimming the pork steaks, I cubed them and rolled them around on a plate of flour seasoned with some black pepper, white pepper, salt, and some hot mexican chili powder.

Here are the other meats that are going into the chili, along with the aforementioned plate of seasoned flour. On the left is a london broil, about 1.5 pounds of lean cow round. In the middle is a pound of ground lamb. At the top left is the flour I use: Mochiko Sweet Rice Flour. Since I don’t bake, I only use flour to coat meat for browning or frying. Here’s a handy tip: I also put a fork in for every three eggs when making scrambled eggs. Makes them fluffy and outstanding.

Here I am finishing up the trimming work on the pork steaks while some olive oil heats up in the skillet.

GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!

While the cubed pork steaks, coated in seasoned flour, brown in the oil, I start cubing up the beef. Here I hint at my technique for cutting down the meat. I cut it into thirds, then butterflied each piece as shown. Fold it back over, slice it crossways, then finish off the cubes. These guys rolled around in the flour as well, then jumped into the skillet with some hot olive oil for a sear once the pork cubes vacated the real estate.

Those pork cubes looked like this once I was done browning them. The pork and beef go into the slow cooker. The ground lamb goes straight into the dry, hot skillet to be browned and crumbled. I had to drain it twice during cooking. If you’re not a fan of the way sheep taste, you may try using uncased sausage or ground veal (thus reducing the number of critters in the chili by one) or ground turkey (which won’t be as tender).

After all the cooked meat was in, I threw in around a cup and a half of dry barley. In go the canned tomatoes. I used halved, stewed tomatoes; tomato paste (saving some to spread on crackers as a snack with some parmesan cheese); and two smaller cans of diced tomatoes with jalapenos and habaneros. I didn’t drain any of the cans; the barley would need the moisture to rehydrate and the liquid in the cans is basically tomato stock.

Also added a large can of black beans. This one I drained.

Real tasty chili. Fake smile. Just stirring it around.

Blistering the skin on a jalapeño. After it blackened, I sliced it up and de-ribbed and de-seeded it, then stirred it in. Added seasoning: salt, white and black pepper, chili powder, cumin, a few shakes of red pepper flakes, some minced garlic, and four bay leaves.

Here’s the chili. It’s gonna cook down on low for another four hours. Around 11 tonight, I’ll take a break from writing diligently to pour myself a bowl and snap some pictures.

Interim

Sunday, November 9th, 2008

The election season is over and I probably won’t have time to study up on current baseball stuff until closer to the winter meetings. (Although my research requires me to build an extremely thorough database of the last two seasons’ MLB activities. I swear, it’s for science.) That gives me about a month where I don’t expect to write anything political or baseball related, barring a trade or unpredictable national crisis.

To conjure up low-effort content, I propose an online chili cookoff. Here’re the rules (calvin-ball style):

  • Write up a post, including pictures, of your chili cooking process.
  • Include at the end a couple of fake reviews of how awesome your chili is.
  • If anyone else picks up the game, write up fake reviews comparing their chili unfavorably to yours.

It’ll give me at least one post that shouldn’t offend anyone. Everybody likes cooking tips.

The Metropolitan Fire

Friday, November 7th, 2008

A beautiful 19th century building in downtown Champaign, which was nearing the end of extensive renovations, burned to the ground last night.

Dramatic pictures here.

What a sin. Seeing as the gas and electric is turned off to the building, sounds suspicious. If it’s arson, I hope they find the scumbag who started it.

Garbage

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

I’d like to take this time to point out that Realplayer 11 is a piece of garbage, shitware of the worst sort. The Mac version is almost completely non-functional; the Windows version isn’t much better.

And Realnetworks makes it hard to find the older versions, the bastards. If you need to use RealPlayer for any reason, I highly recommend you downgrade to version 10, available here for Windows and here for Macs. I very rarely watch movies on my linux machines, but would guess that compiling an MPlayer would be a better way to go. The last version of Realplayer for linux wasn’t too impressive.

Myco-diesel

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

This gentleman Gary Strobel and his students are doing exciting work. See here.

I Voted

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

Turnout in my precinct looks to be huge. My neighborhood’s what I suppose you’d call black, middle-class. Most of the housing is in single-family residences, most of them are owner-occupied. To turn a Dave Chappelle joke on its head: I am the white neighborhood in it, although my next door neighbors are from Mexico and the family three houses down are from Vietnam (the parents, at least).

Our precinct used to use butterfly punch-card ballots, but since the 2006 election, we use paper ballots that are read and counted optically. After filling out the ballot, you stick it into the machine and if there are no problems reading it, the ballot drops into a bin and the number on the display increments by one. I was the 299th voter today and the house was packed when I was there. Voting in the primaries, I was the 17th, although I was an hour earlier to the polls then. Only 338 citizens voted in my precinct in that election—you can see me there as the lone voter for Fred, who had already dropped out of the race.

The woman behind me in line to get a ballot today was a first-time voter in her upper twenties and the two women in the two booths to my right probably were on the lower end of the 18-24 demographic, judging by their voices and the content of their conversation carried on through the canvas walls of the booths: “Who should I vote for? I don’t know any of these people!” I assume they were at the part about keeping judges, which is a pretty hard call for a lot of people, I suppose. I seach the internet for the judges’ names before the election to make sure none of them are loonies or legal incompetents—if no evidence exists that they are, I vote them back on. I enthusiastically voted to retain Judge Tom DiFanis on the strength of this story, preserved at Illinipundit and copy-pasted here:

Some people showing up for jury duty at the Champaign County Courthouse in Urbana this morning were sent home, not because there were no trials for them to hear but because construction had displaced them.

“We’ve got no place to put these jurors,” an irritated Presiding Judge Tom Difanis said this morning. “What am I going to do with them? Have them stand in the construction area?”

Tuckpointing on the old courthouse began last week in advance of the renovation of the courthouse bell tower. The work means that the jury assembly room, on the first floor of the old courthouse at the west end of the courthouse complex, will be out of commission for several months.

“They (county administrators) had their timetable, and we just merely suggested that they make a place for us to put our jurors and they haven’t,” Difanis said this morning. “I’ve been with Champaign County going on 36 years. It really doesn’t surprise me we’re this inept.”

The man’s in touch with the voters.

It doesn’t matter much who I voted for. Unless a deplorable fraud happens, the electoral collegian representing me here in Illinois will be voting for Barack Obama. Dick Durbin will win re-election in a landslide. I’ll be interested to see how local offices turn out. I imagine that a great many first-time Obama voters will vote straight-party tickets for the Democratic Party candidates. Some may choose not to vote for those offices.

So, to sum up, turnout in my precinct looks excellent—it was pleasing to see evidence of new voters taking up their responsibility to elect our government. Returns will be posted by Mark Sheldon here as they come in tonight. Here’s hoping my like-minded brethren in the battleground states get out and vote in droves. Otherwise, here’s some sincere hoping that I’m wrong about Obama and Colin Powell, Boxcar, and almost all of my friends are right about him. Not that any of us know anything about him except what he and his aides have told us.

Here’s an interesting essay for you. Naturally, I greatly admire Nate Silver’s work on baseball. We’ll see in a short while how good his political analysis is. It’s a long essay—here’s an excerpt to give you enough of a taste to tell you whether it’ll pique your interest:

Lying to pollsters is frequent and a necessity in Pennslyvania due to the unions. Many union bosses will call their members, posing as a ‘pollster’, and if the member gives the wrong asnwer, a thug is sent to the house. The Teacher’s Union there has sent strict orders to vote for Obama “or else”.

I don’t find that in the least bit hard to believe. We could be in for a ride, believe it or not. (Hat tip to Jim Treacher for the pointer. (Do we still tip hats?))

Delightful

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

Every Fall, there comes the season defensive statistics and a headline that Derek Jeter is, in fact, a terrible gloveman at Short.

Followed, a few minutes later, with a startled response like comment #14 on the article.