Saturday, August 23, 2008

Saturday Night Haramfest for August 23, 2008


Hey, Keeeeds! It's time for supper!


And after all that swimming with the Jelly fishes


and building sandcastles down in Chincoteague VA,


I imagine you must all be hungry for something more substantive than Spaghetti -Os.
Here's what's up for din din:

A lovely, pulled pork barbecue sandwich, with broccoli slaw and baked, sweet and spicy sweet potato french fries.

First, the pork: Starting early in the day, I seared a large pork butt and seasoned it with salt, pepper and herbes de Provence. (Like Italian seasoning with added lavender.) After browning on all sides in a few tablespoons of butter, remove the roast to a roasting pan that has a tight fitting cover. Pour 2 cups of apple juice or apple cider into the pan to get all the brown bits up and pour over the roast. Add a little more apple juice and cover. Roast in a 225 degree oven for 5 to six hours. If you have a crock pot you can do this in the morning and do it for 8 hours.
After braising, remove the roast to a plate and let set til a little cooler. Pull apart with a fork, set aside in a warm bowl, and ladel about 2 cups of the broth from the roasting pan into the pulled pork. This will keep it moist, and it will give the picky eaters something other than barbecue sauce to eat on their sandwiches.

Next: Broccoli slaw. This is too easy. Broccoli slaw is sold by the bag with other shredded vegetables added, like carrots and purple cabbage. Mix 1/2 cup of mayo or salad dressing with 1/2 cup of poppyseed dressing. Mix the broccoli slaw and refridgerate for several hours while the meat is braising.

Serve the meat on sliced kaiser rolls with slaw on the top or on the side.

Sweet potato fries can be bought in the frozen food section. McCains and Alexia are both good brands. Up the temperature of the oven to 400 degrees after removing your roast. Line a broiler pan with foil and spray with nonstick spray. Layer the fries, spray with the nonstick spray and toss them with the following mixture:
1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt
pinch of black pepper
1 teaspoon of cumin
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of brown sugar
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
Bake for 20 minutes. No need to turn over. They have a nice sweet and spicy taste.


And when you're done eating, you can clean up with this handy-dandy wiper-upper tool!
For the glory of the hole! (4 cylinders inside at ONE TIME!!!) Feel us while soft!

12 comments:

  1. You have a beautiful family, Sra. I'm glad you're out enjoying yourselves a bit, before Summer is over.

    Does the hostile one ever smile? She'd be so cute without the perpetual smirk.

    And, yes, I see hubster is still fairly svelte, despite that he lives with the galloping gourmet. I don't get that. I'd be fat as a pig.

    Wait--I AM!

    How old's the little one, anyway?

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  2. The young lady making a squinched up face is numero uno: Emily. Why she does that I will never get...except that I used to do it, too. And the little one is Rachel. She has gone into puberty much too early....starting at about 8. When we looked into hormonal treatments to stall the process, we found them worse than the process itself. It would have required daily visits to Hershey or Philly for treatments which may or may not actually have worked. It has been tough on her. She is 11 now, but she is so shy and painfully aware well before other girls are even there, yet, that it has made her somewhat reclusive. She has a wacky sense of humor and she blogs, now, too: I won't let her have a myspace. She is just putting up her artwork online. Nothing personal or anything like that. Just cartoons she draws.
    Mary has the horrible MySpace smirk. If you look down the blog a bit, I put her modeling shot up. She used to smile alot. Now, she only smiles if there is someone else suffering, I fear.

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  3. 11. Wow. Emily will be smiling a lot, because you still have a lot of suffering to come yet, Jewel.

    Good thinking about the MySpace thing, too. Unless you're going to supervise every moment of it, that is, and even that wouldn't work.

    Which reminds me of a funny story. I told you I work with young people, single moms mostly, and one of my associates across town sometimes tracks them down on MySpace. He's actually a fifty-something juvenile in his second childhood who has a MySpace account himself. Anyway, one day he finds one of our clients on there and sees that she has a bunch of racy pictures. So the dimwit prints them and solicits an older lady in my office to transport them to me.

    Well, all Hell broke loose about privacy laws and office decorum. My boss about had a hemorrhage. I of course was innocent, but my buddy barely kept his job, and he's been on it almost twenty-five years.

    Point is, there's so much of that crap on there, Idiot Stick thought nothing of it. He was perplexed by all the fuss.

    You don't want sweet little Rachel getting desensitized to that crap. She's got time enough to grow up, raging hormones notwithstanding.

    Yes, I saw the modeling shot. A lovely young lady. She should smile.

    I'll remember all of you in my prayers tonight.

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  4. Divine Miss Thang used to be a model, but she didn't smile, not a natural, winsome smile. She always looked angry, because she thought that was how high fashion models look. Mostly, the hi fash models look wasted and hungry, but never angry. Soulless. That's the word I would use. Needless to say, Mary didn't get too many modelling gigs. She got exactly one. 175 for an hour washing a pooch for American Eagle Outfitters. It was fun while it lasted, but I ain't no stage mom. Emily just likes to make silly faces. We had a social worker come to our house after Mary was out of detention on probation...yeah, she's a criminal now. We were like the most normal people she'd ever met, and getting Mary to reign herself in has been the only trying thing in our lives at this time. It sounds like you might be either a social worker or probation officer. Tell me if I am right. Or maybe it's your job to keep your company from financial disaster. No pressure. And thank you for the evening prayer. I am saying one prayer for my husband, that he would come back to church.

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  5. Government bureuacrat: workforce development, not welfare or social work, although most of my clients are felons, on assistance, single parents, or combinations thereof. We get 'em schooling or training. We do a lot of counseling.

    I'll fill you in by and by, if you like. But must sleep now.

    I'll say a prayer for hubster, too.

    Na na for now.

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  6. Finally someone noticed. The picture is from a sight which pokes fun at awkward English translations, mostly in Asia. Toilet paper is apparently, for the State Department official stuck in Tokyo a Glory Hole Wiper. Heh. Your job sounds like where I translate from time to time for the Russkis. It is a kind of welfare to work program the perpetually criminal and indolent have to attend in order to keep receiving their bennies. The Russians I have translated for are usually highly educated and don't need this program at all, but still are required to attend anyway. They usually get off welfare right away, at least in Lancaster County. It is because they are protestant christians who were refugees and they have a very strong work ethic. I don't know about the irreligious Russian types, but the ones we have here are for the most part upright, decent people, most of whom become Americans. The few who wind up in the justice system usually get deported.

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  7. Blecch. I said sight, when I meant site. It is 4 frickin am here.

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  8. The hostile one is a teen and teens do not smile. .....not unless of course something happens to the parental units or siblings or if they are away from home with their friends. Thats one of the telltale signs that one is a teen......you can tell the age just by that alone. :) ......sadly mothers of teens often look like that too ........or else my own teen just never learned to smile cuz she doesnt seem to much anymore since shes got one of her own. I on the other hand laugh my gramma ass off ........ahhhhhh payback :)

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  9. Ouch. Too true! And while I can wait to be a gramma, I tend to laugh my momma ass off plenty. I indulge in dessert before dinner is served in this way! The pulled pork BBQ went a long way. We went from having 6 people in the house to feed to having 3. Middle Mary seldom eats with us, which makes for peaceful dinnertimes.
    I made spaghetti with the leftover roast, since I didn't add BBQ sauce to the meat, and even had some meat left and make tacos with that. I can live without a pork roast for a good while, now!
    What's fun is listening to the 21 year olds complain about prices, having to work so hard, not having money! Aaaaah the circle of life is rolling over again, and now someone else gets to be crushed under the wheel for a change. I told them to get used to this, because that is what they are going to have to do for the rest of their lives. I can almost hear the whimper on the other end of the phone, desperate to say: 'can i please come home mommy? i promise to be good.....' Hehehe.

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  10. My 8yr old grandson wants a corvette. He says he wants to be a grownup. Daddy tells him its not all that much fun being a grownup. Lil man says yes it is you have cars you can drive. Daddy says yes......but I have to pay for that....where do you think the money comes from? And then theres insurance for it and gas and oil and tires. Thats what being a grownup is about. Suddenly its not looking that good to lil man hehehehe.

    It always looks good from their end till the wheel starts to squish them.

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  11. Ha! That was good. Unreality is comfortable, til you hit about 18, and all the self righteous entitlement mentality goes right out the window. One of the things we couldn't afford to do was give our kids an allowance. When they got to high school, having worked through junior high as paper carriers, they were surprised to find out how many of their richer peers got money for just doing nothing, while they had to work! One girl, considered to be the most popular and rich in the senior class, got a sports car on her 18th birthday. She was an only child and that night wrapped it around a tree. She died instantly. Her parents were devastated. I wonder if they ask themselves if giving her everything she wanted in life was really such a good idea, after all.

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