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Monthly Archives: August 2013

I have been embarking on this journey in which I try and use all the food that’s been stored in my freezer, fridge, or cupboard.  This past weekend, I used up this can of beer that’s been in the fridge for who knows how long, a chicken (fryer) that’s been in the freezer for who knows how long (actually, I think I have an idea of how long), and a bunch of green onions that’s been mouldering away in the crisper drawer (they weren’t moldy, but they were starting to wilt).  I also used up two cans of peaches, but that’s another post.  Anyway, I think I was rather successful in my battle with the overstuffed fridge this past weekend.  I’m terribly proud of myself.  Terribly.

So anyway, with these ingredients and some other things that I can normally find in my kitchen, I was able to make a…BEER CAN CHICKEN!

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It’s a roast chicken utilizing beer to keep things moist.  I more or less followed this recipe.  I omitted the powdered onion because I didn’t have any and the extra salt because I thought the season salt was enough.  Also, WTH?  A TABLESPOON of salt?  Blech.  That has to be a typo.  Also, the recipe is kind of confusing because the directions seem to refer to two different cans of beer but only says that you need one can.  I only used one.  I poured about half into the pan and the other half was in the chicken steaming away during cooking.  I did check halfway through cooking to see if I needed more liquid on the bottom of the pan.  It was ok.  Also, next time I think I’ll try and stick the dry rub under the skin of the chicken.  I don’t always eat the skin of the chicken and if you don’t following the recipe I linked above, the chicken doesn’t have a whole lot of flavor.

Now then, what did I do with all this chicken?  Well, it’s going to feed Yaris for six days (she gets a mix of fresh food with her kibble).  It’ll feed me for two because with one half of the chicken breast and some of the thigh meat and a bit of the skin, I made enough basil chicken salad for two meals.  I was trying to figure out what to do with the chicken and I opted for a basil chicken salad partly because my basil is going crazy and putting out leaves all over the place and has over doubled in size.  I’m going to have to make pesto or something soon.  Also, basil and chicken go together well.  The chicken salad had a mayo and plain yogurt base (I don’t like using all mayo when making stuff), about a cup of basil, two cloves of garlic, three packets of parmesan and two packets of red pepper flakes from zpizza, and salt and pepper to taste.  I blended all that together and dumped the chicken in (chopped of course) and mixed everything together.  Tada!  Basil chicken salad.

So, that takes care of all the meat.  With the bones, giblets, skin, and remaining beer in the can, I’m making chicken stock.  It’s still simmering down as I’m typing this.  It smells really good.  Along with the chicken carcass, I tossed in some furry carrots (as in they were sprouting and there were root hairs everywhere, not as in moldy, also I peeled them so they were fine).  The I’m depending on the spice rub on the skin of the chicken to season the stock so it worked out that all the seasoning was on the skin this time.

So, three things done with chicken!  Yaris will probably be the main beneficiary of all this chicken cooking!  Tada!


His brain is squirming like a toad…

Um…ok, so I’m not actually going to write about The Doors or Riders on the Storm.  I AM going to write about road hazards.  In particular, nails on the road.


Thank you.

Ok, so that wasn’t it.  But anyway, if you came by at noon to look for a post, you’ll note that there wasn’t a new one.  That’s because I was dealing with various things.  One of them was…a nail in my tire.  In fact, it’s the second nail I’ve picked up driving to and from Clib.  I am THE ANNOYED.  Even now, when everything has been fixed already.  I am still THE ANNOYED.

The first nail I picked up was driving to and from Clib, as I implied before, but when I noticed something was amiss, I was in bumper to bumper traffic on a stretch of the freeway that was under construction.  I do not blame the construction on the freeway for the nails.  You generally don’t use nails when constructing freeways.  A lot of concrete though.

Anyway, I mention the construction zone because it took away the shoulders of the freeway.  That meant that there wasn’t any place to pull over and put the spare on.  It’s also hard to do when you’re in the left lane and people in LA drive like they own the road and are mortally offended when you signal that you want to get into their lane.  So, this boils down to, I had to drive on that tire.  And in doing so, I ruined the sidewall.  Which means I couldn’t patch the tire, even though the nail was very clearly punctured the middle of the tread and would have been very patchable.  Except that I ruined the sidewall.

Moral: Do not run on a flat tire because you’ll ruin the sidewall and then you can’t patch the tire even if it were patchable to begin with.  Then you will have to buy a new tire and it will be very annoying because your dealer won’t actually have it in stock and you’ll have to order it and it will cost a lot and you haven’t even had the car for two months.

Today’s nail in the tire actually occurred several months ago.  I noticed that I had a slow leak in one of my tires.  I looked around to see if I could see a nail or something, but I couldn’t find anything.  I felt around the tire for stray breezes too.  But it was a slow leak and it wasn’t something I could feel.  So…I drove on it.

Now then, you might be surprised that I drove on this tire that had a leak in it especially after my last experience.  The difference was here was that it was a slow leak and I could keep ahead of the leak.  I was putting air into that tire every 3-4 weeks and every time I did that, I would look for the nail.  I finally found it the last time I put air into the tire a week or so ago.  It was very small.  It was right in the groove in the tread.  It looked like a small pebble or something that had lodged itself into the groove.  But it wasn’t.  It was a nail.  And it was nary 0.25″ away from the sidewall.

Why do I mention that last part?  Because a hole nary 0.25″ away from the sidewall is not patchable.  You can try plugging it, and actually, that’s what the nail was doing, but you can’t patch it.  And a plug is not as reliable as a patch.  So I had to buy yet another tire.  And I was annoyed.

But since I knew my dealer wouldn’t have the tire in stock, I called ahead and asked them to put one on order for me.  Actually, I drove by too to show them this nail so precariously close to the sidewall.  My service person immediately agreed with me that the tire was not patchable and put a tire on order for me.

Yay.  I hadn’t even put 20k miles on these tires yet.  And I’ve had to replace two of them.  Yay.