Permission and Failure is an Option

During the writing of Crunchy Bits, I did a few recipes that I had never tried. I had them in my mind but never did them. They didn’t end up in the book.
Some took weeks to perfect. Some just never did meet my satisfaction.
Frustrating as it is in some ways to admit it just did not work, it is a reality.
I don’t really beat myself up about it. It happens. Move on.
Giving myself permission to fail is fine. Just because I have never tried to cook something before doesn’t stop me from giving it a try. We learn from success as much as failure.

Silly Homebuyer Shows

Guy is looking for a home (I laugh every time I see those home buyer shows on tv)
I want open concept
Stainless steel appliances
Spacious dining area
A place to work out
An En suite
Area for entertaining
Safe neighborhood
I would like it to have a good green space
Lots of built ins
Is it just me or does that sound like a prettyfied description of a prison? Perhaps the neighborhood isn’t that safe, but if you follow the rules of the “HOA”……
Talk amongst yourselves. I’ll wait.

Barbeque Fueds

BBQ is pretty big in Texas and the competition is fierce. So much so that it has torn apart families.
There is a town known as the BBQ Capital. There are two well respected joints. Once upon a time, legend has it, everyone got along fine. Then one brother decided to split off and open his own bbq joint. The town is actually split as far as which one is better. One has the no sauce ever idea and the other….
Then there is another family in a different nearby town. The Pitmaster brother was fired. He opened up his own bbq trailer with his sister. She fired him and swiped a Pitmaster from her family’s restaurant. Brother went on to open a trailer on his own. All the business are doing well.
But! The drama is amazing, it is almost like the Hatfields v. the McCoys v. Montagues v. Capulets v. the Lord of the Smokering.
All that aside, I have had food from all involved. They are all pretty good. I am partial to one particular places squash casserole. They all come with the traditional slices of white bread, onions, pickles, plastic fork and knife and served either on butcher paper on in some sort of paper container. They all keep it real and the infighting? Well, that just makes it interesting.

How to Avoid Being a P.I.A in a Restaurant

Mom and Pop, casual, or high end. It really doesn’t matter.
Telling the waitstaff you know the owner/manager to impress them is silly. The waitstaff know the owner/manager too!
If it isn’t on the menu, it isn’t on the menu. Menu’s are designed for maximum efficiency. If you want to substitute the sauce from one item with a sauce of another item, stay at home and cook it yourself.
Splitting checks, yes there is a charge because figuring who had what or how many takes more work for your server to figure out for you.
Don’t eat your entire meal then complain about it expecting some sort of comp. If you are having trouble with the meal, let your waitperson know asap. The exception is if you are a Whale in Vegas and still just shut up, your getting comped anyway.
The waitstaff are servers, NOT SERVANTS. Remember the Golden Rule.
Snapping your fingers to get the attention of a waitperson is just rude. Show a little class.

Doomsday Preppers

Watched an episode of this program. Interesting. All the “Preppers” seemed to be focused on a single catastrophic event. One guy in Florida was fixated on a lightning strike that would wipe out the entire grid for the state. Another fellow in Missouri (I think) built a bus that would crash trough road blocks caused by tornado damage. He even had food and water supplies on board. He didn’t touch on where the family intended to shelter DURING the tornado.
Then there was the fellow that felt he only needed to have a 6 month supply for food for his family as he would just take from others after his imaginary end of days. Guy built himself armor from ceramic tiles, roofing tar and fiberglass fabric to protect himself in the event his thieving met resistance from conventional weapons, i.e. a butter knife or spork IMHO.
The fellow also looked up on line how to do a C-Section on his wife. They did a dry run and momma didn’t look too convinced in his ObGyn skills.