Friday, October 26, 2007

Good pizza...










Here's a shot of the trees changing in our yard from last weekend. The colors that look best are rusty red, and for some reason, salmon. The worst color is a sorta pale yellowish-orange that is not only too common, but unappealing, and hideous when juxtaposed with trees still green.

Now, on to the pizza.

This was a stuffed-crust monstrosity I put together Saturday. Here's what you have to do. Prepare 2 large pizza crusts. I used a bread machine to knead the dough, as it comes out better than when I try to knead by hand. Then you coat a cast-iron pan with some extra virgin olive oil and put down the first crust.

The filling is made from seven kinds of meat.
Bacon (about half a pound)
Hot Italian Sausage (3 links' worth)
Sweet Italian Sausage (3 links' worth)
Diced Ham (about a quarter pound)
Chicken (one breast)
Pepperoni (two layers)
Ground Beef (another half pound or so)

There was about 4 cups of sauce mixed in with the meat (which you cook ahead of time in order to drain off some of the grease -- don't worry, there's plenty of heart attack risk still in there). We had some homemade sauce to use that used some of our garden tomatoes. Also about 3/4 cup of grated parmesan cheese.

Once you spread out the filling, top it with about 3 cups of shredded mozzarella. Then attach the top crust, and poke some holes in it for steam to escape.

About 20-25 minutes in a 425-degree oven. (220 Celsius, for those overseas)

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Beer fest

Okay, first of all, Poison's "Nothin' But a Good Time" should not be sung by a choir of children, either in general, or for a commercial.

The beer fest was very good. My amber brew won the best amber, so I got a beer glass with a pewter inscription for Best Amber 2007. Of course, while walking out to my car to put the prize out there, I had it fall out of the box from Things Remembered. Luckily, I gave it a quick kick about six inches from the ground, so the only damage was a little scrape at the top. Rather that, than a full shatter. Sheesh, nice freakin' box.

Dinner was the venison steaks. Nicely done. All day we'd been eating -- shrimp platter, tons of buffalo wings, and my cousin made an impressive vat of chili. We had football games on two TVs. There were several pies for dessert. I had blueberry made by a cousin's wife.

And of course, we're all encouraged to take a care package home from the excess beer. So I get a random assorted 12-pack to put in the fridge.

Friday, October 19, 2007

Movie recommendation

I saw BeerFest last night while drinking Sierra Nevada's Fall Hops something-or-other special beer. The movie is hysterically immature. I recommend it to all who enjoy stuff like that. Now, because my dad's beer party is meant for the appreciation of beers, rather than mass chugging, none of the games in the BeerFest movie ever come into play. Somehow, they made it look okay for 30-somethings to play frat basement games.

One pretty cool thing I saw once in the fall was in college. A building on campus was covered in ivy (it is an Ivy League school, after all), and when the colors changed for the fall, the ivy was still green at the base of one wall, and then yellow, orange, and red at the top, for a kind of rainbow effect.

I need to check out hockey schedules around here. Connecticut's got a couple of minor league teams (and that's AFTER the Whalers left 10 years ago....sigh.) where $15 or so gets you in. Hockey season starts way too early. Even Canada doesn't have snow and ice yet, right?

The chicken fingers at my cousin's wedding last weekend weren't very good at all, nor the fries. But I still made out better than getting one of the adult meals. I didn't like what was served to the grown-ups. The best part is when a Saturday wedding counts as going to church for the weekend. The goof-offs in our pew didn't get out of the way for communion, though....so they took our seats and we ended up between some of them who did go up for communion and those who didn't.

If it stops raining, it'll be pumpkin-buying time tomorrow. I'm not much of a good carver. I make the same old triangle-eye, 3-tooth mouth design.

Maybe the Red Sox will win the pennant this weekend....that would give me something to do Sunday night.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Random hits....

I started to watch a Ren & Stimpy DVD last night. Apparently "adult" episodes. Well, definitely...like cartoon nudity with rather pornographic overtones. So they weren't exactly funny, like the old "Space Madness" classic. And I'm just about sure they won't be back on Nickelodeon any time soon, either. Oh well.

I had a homemade beer last night. It was good. It seems as though different individual bottles got different levels of the priming sugar -- I had a relatively flat bottle the other day, this one had a normal head on it and bubbly.

I got a shoulder injury this summer. It manifests itself in basketball mostly when I try to rebound, the strength to knock the ball loose from others isn't there. Oxford's new high school gym hosts pickup games on Monday nights. The court is pretty nice....the school only has 9th and 10th graders this year, as I suppose it would have been bad to have residents come back to a new high school just for one/two years, if they're already established at out-of-town high schools. I think my high school did that in the 1960s....started with just a freshman class in 1961 and kept adding to it.

In the valley of the forwards, the one-eyed point guard is king. I'm like one of four people in town, apparently, who can run an offense. Watching a fast break from the other end of the gym is an eyesore, and sure enough nobody seems to know what they're doing. I don't claim to be Steve Nash....but if the ball runs through my hands even ONCE on a possession, our odds of getting a hoop increase dramatically.

I get it, when announcers say something like, "that was a big out" in a baseball game. But I want announcers to say, "that wasn't really a big out," some other times. 10-1, ninth inning, a pop-up to start things off. That wasn't a big out, although probably good to get.

I tried making my own buffalo sauce. I screwed it up, though. I'm not sure I needed to heat the ingredients, and the butter separated. Also, I sliced the cayenne peppers that I'd grown, but I would have been better off grinding them to a powder. It still tasted okay, but wasn't really any good.

We've got a few bald trees, and yet plenty that are still all green. Not a lot of in-between so far this autumn.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Scottish vegetable

One of my kids said she went to one of these a few years ago with me. It was actually a "Scottish festival", where they do all sorts of stuff to celebrate Scotland. I went to one last weekend.

For food, they had bridies and Scottish meat pies. A little heavy on the onion flavoring, but I suppose that counts literally as a Scottish vegetable. Also a haggis puff roll or something like that. I guess when you're several generations removed from riding the boat over to America, you lose any real desire to connect THAT far.

I'm Scottish on my dad's side, Irish on my mom's, so it's interesting enough to go to one of these things every few years. They have "highland games", which of course is highlighted by tossing the caber. For kids, they could have a try throwing a cardboard tube -- probably something that carpet was rolled around at a store at some point.

There were some musicians doing folk songs, and a few bagpipe marching bands from around Connecticut. Everyone's dressed in kilts, men and women, with the knee-high socks with tassels. Girls were doing highland dancing in very colorful outfits.

I thought one of the better reasons to go is to check out the clan-specific merchandise. Every clan's got a tartan -- their own specific plaid pattern that identifies the family. So if you want to buy a scarf, a tam, or a kilt, you can buy your family's. I've already got plenty of stuff in my particular plaid. I was actually surprised not to see anyone with what I've got -- tartan ink. There were a few Celtic designs on various men and women there, but nobody else seems to have a plaid tattoo. Guess I'm unique there.

And when you look for "scottish tattoo" on Google or whatnot, usually you get references to a "military tattoo", but I don't think that has anything to do with needles. I'm not really sure why they call it that.

And it was almost 90 degrees out....the previous time I'd gone, it was like 55 and raining. Freakin' October.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Bottling takes a while

52 bottles of beer on the floor,
52 bottles of beer...
take one down, pass it around....

blah blah blah.

Here's the thing, if you ever make your own beer. You have to save bottles from beer you've already drunk at the house. And they've got to be the kind that aren't twist-offs....you need the good kind of beer bottle, because they've got to be able to be re-sealed with a new cap.

So the process involves this....preparing a disinfecting solution. This is easy....a heaping teaspoon of some chlorine-containing chemical to two gallons of water. Then you rinse out all the bottles. Having done this before, I've learned the key is to rinse out the beer bottles once you're done drinking from them. If you leave any beer at the bottom, or worse -- the natural sediment that a non-filtered beer will have in it, then you're going to have to deal with more mold growing at the bottom. It's nothing that the chlorine can't kill, but sometimes it's very hard to scrape the gunk out with a typical bottle brush. And also, you'll want to change the water you use more often in the rinsing out. The chlorine solution dries in about half an hour or so, which is fine since it takes about an hour to wash out 50-55 bottles.

Next step is priming the beer. If you drink what's been fermenting, it's going to taste okay, be room temperature, and flat. So you need to do some priming -- add fresh sugar to the beer to give the yeast something new to feed on. The sugar comes in the form of powdered malt extract, dissolved in water. It's very easy to have the water boil over while you heat it to dissolve it. And it sucks to have hot caramelizing liquid on your stove. My stove is flat-top electric, which is probably better than a gas range would be for such an accident. Add the priming solution to the beer, and start bottling.

This is easy enough, with a siphoning hose started by a small hand pump. It's advisable to leave a good inch of space from the top of the bottle to avoid caps blowing off from the built up carbon dioxide. Even though the tube's got a spigot on it, it's easier just to go quickly from bottle to bottle. At the bottom of the 5-gallon glass carboy, there's usually grain sediment that you won't want to try to siphon into a bottle. But if you want to strain it into a bowl or something, you can try for a buzz from the flat runoff.

Capping is slow. My dad's bottle capper probably comes from the 1970s, so I have no idea if capping technology or whatever has been increased. All I do is put the open cap into a magnetic holding spot in the capper, and place it over the bottle, and slowly pull down the handles of the capper, kinda like working with a corkscrew. If you're out of alignment, you can break the bottle, though. (A reason to wash more bottles than you might need, too....just pour the beer from the broken bottle into an extra.) It seems like the leverage is best when having the bottle on the floor, so working from a chair can save wear and tear on your knees.

In a couple of weeks, the beer's plenty carbonated enough, and then you can stick it in the fridge. Just remember not to drink it from the bottle -- there's always sediment from the grain at the bottom that shouldn't be re-mixed into the beer. Pour it into a glass and rinse out the bottom quarter of an inch or so. (especially if you plan to reuse the bottles another time, to avoid excess mold) And I'm told aging the beer improves the flavor, although I usually just drink them until they're gone in lieu of buying beer at the store.

Anyway, the flat room temperature stuff was promising....should be a worthy entry in my dad's Octoberfest in a couple of weeks.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Frogs are next

I am pretty sure that the Yankees losing last night was due to a literal plague of insects. God's mad.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Spam by phone....

So I just got a call at work. Picked up, and a recording says my auto warranty has just expired. They've sent me warnings by mail all along. Please press one to continue. Uhhhh....yeah. I could tell it was a recording because she didn't react to me reciting "bite me, bite me, bite me" into the phone. How'd she even know I had a car?

I started playing Zelda -- Four Swords Adventures. This thing looks like something for the original 1986 Nintendo, not a Gamecube. Lame, and easy so far. We'll see how it goes. I think they just wanted to show off the fact that you *could* play it by hooking the Gamecube up to a GameBoy.

My beer is fermenting in the kitchen. Another week or two until bottling. There's a pain in the ass task -- rinsing out beer bottles to prep them. They get sanitized with a diluted chlorine rinse....just enough to kill anything in them. But when they've last been filled with unfiltered beer, sometimes there's hard-to-clean scum off the bottom. A bottle brush sorta works, but any bottles that are too hard to clean just get sent back for the deposit money. You have to remember to rinse the bottle out right after you finish the beer or pour it in a glass, generally, to eliminate the buildup.

October 15 is the last major deadline of the year in the world of 401(k) plans. And it's always the biggest clients that use every last day to finish off the 2006 reporting for the government.