I woke up at 7:30 AM, without the alarm. Again, I feel a little disassociated (okay, out of it) I wasn't really interested in breakfast, but I did heat up two cups of the leftover coffee Jyl made yesterday night.
I filled the dishwasher and turned it on. Then I started washing the first of many, many things that didn't fit in the dishwasher. Soul food really makes a mess!
I had a call from Jake who said they were just coming back from somewhere and maybe it was too hot to work on the gate today. I said to myself, screw that, and loaded the car up with a drill motor, drill bits, the rake he's mentioned, the snow shovel he didn't and lastly, his mountain bike. It was when I was putting on the bungee cord to hold the trunk lid down that tragedy stuck! The bungee cord that I had stretched out slipped off and hit me right in the face! Thankfully, it only popped out the lens of my glasses (the one I just had put back in by the eye doctor's staff). But, it took almost an hour before I could get the lens back in place. I called Jake and said I wouldn't be coming over. He seemed happy, but I wasn't!
I went outside and started the rest of my charcoal (the last of the cowboy charcoal and all of the Kingsford briquettes) and dusted two pork loins with Emeril's Essence. I added wet hickory chips on top the charcoals and am smoking the pork loins for a pulled-pork dinner.
Oh, BTW, I gave Brenda all the leftover mac and cheese. There was NO collard greens left and, out of that whole rack of ribs, there were only two left. So, I warmed then up in the microwave, topped them with extra sauce and walked the across the street to give them to Robert (my local gang-banger). I told him the mac and cheese and all the collard greens were gone, but, please try my Sweet Bourbon Baby Back Ribs. He dug in and couldn't respond, other than giving me a big thumbs up. I took that as he liked them!
I was still feeling restless, so I took a walk down my street and back. I added more wet wood chips and went in and took a nap. When I woke up, I checked the grille and realized that I would run out of charcoal before the internal temp of the pork loin would reach 150 degrees. So, I reluctantly gave up on smoking it and finished it in the oven. But, now its almost 8:00 OPM and I want to watch my TV shows, not make dinner, so after all that, I put it in a bag and stuck it in the fridge. I watched some TV, eating some beef jerky for my Sunday dinner and then went to bed at 10:00 PM.
We grilled yesterday, too.
ReplyDeleteCarla made a lime and chipotle tequilla marinade and let that chill with a skirt steak for three or four hours. She also made some guacamole.
I fired up the grill using my last bit of Kingsford hardwood (thankfully - hate the way it burns). We fire roasted some bell peppers and jalapenos and then threw on the steak for a couple minutes a side.
While the steak was resting we cleaned and julienned the peppers.
Finally we assembled what has to be one of the best fajitas I've ever had. But that's not an uncommon event - being married to a foodie and all.
Damn! That sounds a lot better than my dinner of beef jerky!
ReplyDeleteI KNEW I should have come over to your house yesterday!
ReplyDeleteEnough with the "gang-banger" already. Sheesh. What happened to your sixties baby-boomer ideals!?
ReplyDeleteMy "sixties baby-boomer ideals" have become much more practical. Here's a guy who is on his porch or walking outside in the road, talking on his cell phone, all hours of the day and night. He likes me 'cause I let his Momma use my electricity each year for her birthday party in the field nextdoor. Who better to keep an eye on my house?
ReplyDeleteOne would hope your neighbor is a frequent reader. Cannot imagine he (or anyone else, for that matter) would be too pleased at frequently being referred to as "gang-banger".
ReplyDeleteDoesn't he have a name or something? Wait, don't tell me, its g___-b_____ (groan).
I believe in the post I referred to him as Robert, which is his name.
ReplyDeleteand i believe that jwg means instead maybe say robert my neighbor. my two cents......
ReplyDeleteWell, Robert, my neighbor, has the dress, the mannerisms (especially all the hand movements) and the hours (I've gone out and sat in the rocker on my porch at 3:00 AM and watched him walking around, talking on the phone) of a gang-banger. He's one of the more colorful characters in my neighborhood (and, ask Carla, I do have some colorful characters living around here) and I enjoy very much talking with him.
ReplyDeleteHowever, next time I talk to him, I will ask if he would prefer me not referring to him as a gang-banger. But, if I get shot with his 9 mike, it's on all your heads!
I don't mean to split hairs here but from your description he sounds more like a drug dealer than a gang banger.
ReplyDeleteWhat's a 9 mike?
Oh, sorry. That's military slang for a 9 millimeter handgun.
ReplyDeleteAnd, I don't care if he's a gang-banger or a drug dealer. I know he's got my back and that's cool.