And No Dishes

Hey Kids,

I was shocked when my wife specified that she wanted her birthday cake store-bought and not homemade.dishes This was odd because I feel the exact opposite. I compromised and bought one from a fine bakery. It
appeased us both.

I know the inclination is that homemade should be better, and at times it is. Tacos, Lasagna, and roasts come to mind. (And of course cake.) But as I think of it, there are somethings that just cannot be replicated at home, although they may be still be good.

Pizza. Sorry, no homemade pizza can match a pizzeria. Even those done on the grill. The crust is better, the meats are better, and the cheese- oh the cheese. It just doesn’t cook the same way at home. Sause can be better at home, but that’s only 1 of 4 items of this discussion. And day old pizza- the gap between the two methodologies widens even more.

Donuts. Homemade donuts are great but they’re usually odd shaped and bizarrely finished. And again, like pizza, during the creating process at a dedicated donut making place, the taste and blending of flavors cannot be matched at home. And no one, I mean no one, has ever made an apple fritter that can beat a professional’s apple fritter. I am a fritter eating specialist. Remember my post a few days ago about needing to lose 100 pounds. I wasn’t born this way.

Hamburgers. Yup, I said it. Hamburgers at a hamburger joint are better than anything off your daddy’s grill, especially my daddy’s grill. I don’t know if people try too hard or not enough but the efforts never quite surpass the chef in the pointy hat. I’ve made some good ones at home, but they can only equal but never better the slap-it-on-the fryer burger and yes I want fries with that.

So homemade or eat out? It depends.


Post 3-069

I’m an Observer

Hey Kids,

Today is National Pancake Day!

This morning was a typical morning: sleep as late as you can, rush through the shower, dressing, and bowl of cereal as fast you can so not to be late.National-Pancake-Day

Due to the snow yesterday and call for occasional flurries today, I was bus bound- no motorcycle. The schedule knows no mercy and I had to be at the stop on time. There would be no time for pancakes this morning.

IHOP was even giving away free pancakes for those who stopped in.

Dang it.

But I’m an adult. And being an adult, I can eat breakfast anytime I want.

It’ll be Pancakes for dinner tonight!


Post 3-067


Hey kids,

I know it’s been like six days since I last posted, but what a six days it has been.

I last wrote on Wednesday, after which I worked my over night job.Walmart-Logo-880x645

Thursday, I made dinner for the kids and Annette.mac and cheese

Friday I went to a little diner with Annette where we sipped sweet tea and discussed and caught up on each other’s lives and jobs. sweet teaEnded up getting a little less than two hours sleep before the Friday over night.Walmart-Logo-880x645

Saturday, got home in the AM, took a quick half hour nap and went to a play.Big-river The play was adapted from Mark Twain’s Huck Finn so I couldn’t miss it. ice creamHad some Ice cream afterwards and then got my sugar crash and two hours sleep before the overnight gig. Walmart-Logo-880x645

Sunday meant Uinta mountain kayaks and a little bit of fishing. lake

Overnight, with three hours sleep.Walmart-Logo-880x645

Monday, at last, it was a holiday and I got some sleep before feeding the tribe and attending a Johnny Cash tribute concert.johnny cash

I apologize that I didn’t slip a blog post or two in between.

Life sometimes comes at you fast; you just have to live it and enjoy.


Post #50-70

Spaghetti A La Mike

Pasta-Motorcycle-1Hey Kids,

I made spaghetti tonight.

That word Spaghetti means a lot of things to a lot of different people.

To me, when I made it tonight, it means this:

Brown one pound hamburger with one pound ground mild Italian sausage in a cast iron skillet on almost medium heat. Throw in tons of diced yellow onion.

In a big sauce pan set to low medium heat, pour two jars of spaghetti sauce of your choice. I’m sure homemade sauce is better, but I’m not there yet.

Add whatever of your onion you have left in the sauce. These pieces of onion should be left a little bigger than what you put in the browning meat.

Dice a ton of white mushrooms. Lots of them and dump them in the heating sauce.

Dice a green pepper. Add it to the sauce.

Once brown and onions translucent, drain the grease from the meat (don’t be anal here, just get most of it) and add it to the sauce.

Let the sauce simmer away for as long as you can stand it. Don’t heat it up too fast. Let the flavors party together for a while and get all chummy. I’m sure there’s a Too-Long time, but 30-60 minutes is a minimum. I’ve done it for about 2 hours before and no one died.

Heat salted water to boiling and dump in your pasta. I use elbow macaroni. Don’t really care what any one uses, it’s all the same for my pallet. I find 6 cups of dry pasta will do it, or two of the one pound bags. Cook until done. I’ll leave that for you to decide what that means.

Strain the pasta.

Mix the pasta and simmered-to-perfection sauce together.

Let the two get to know each other for a few minutes.

You now have enough Spaghetti for the next three weeks.

Serve with grated parmesan cheese and maybe some sour cream on top.

French, Garlic, or Cheese bread compliments the Spaghetti perfectly.

Got any variations? Do them.


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