Today I smoked a brisket in my Weber Smoky Mountain Smoker. It turned out DELICIOUS!
Most of you already know how much I have enjoyed my Weber smoker. I enjoy sitting by the smoker, enjoying the outdoors. . . people walking their dogs, the Cardinals and Robins coming by for a visit (when Bailey and Morgan are not in the backyard!) And when the dogs are in the backyard, watching them chase each other and fight over sticks (as if that is the only stick in the whole world). It is a time when I can put aside the craziness going on in the world and look forward to a great tasting piece of meat at the end of the day.
I belong to the Weber Smokers facebook page and someone asked me for recipes. Here are two of my favorites:
Marinade for Brisket
1 pint orange juice
juice from 2 limes
juice from 1 lemon
3/4 cup teriyaki sauce
1 T. black pepper
1 cup oil
Just before smoking rub with:
3 T. paprika
2 T. black pepper
2 T. salt
1 T. sugar
1 T. chili powder
1 tsp. cumin
After the above preparation, I let the brisket sit at room temperature (about 45 minutes), while I prepare the smoker and get the charcoal heated. The last half of the smoking, I spray with apple juice about every hour or so.
The next recipe for Mesquite Smoked Roast is another real crowd pleaser!
1.5 to 2 gallons water
1 cup kosher salt
1 cup sugar
3/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup Worcestershire
2 T. garlic salt
2 T. molasses
2 to 3 large roasts
3 cloves chopped garlic
coarse ground pepper
McCormick's Sweet and Smoky dry rub
Garlic powder or salt
Set aside two cups of the brine
Soak roasts overnight
Remove from brine and rinse
Coat roasts in chopped garlic and pepper
Coat well with dry rub
Use reserved brine and inject the roasts
Let stand at room temperature at least half hour
Place in smoker (225 to 230 degrees)
Smoke about 5 hours.
Let stand about 30 to 45 minutes covered in foil to allow juices to redistribute.
Where would our lives be without Facebook??? I have come to accept the fact that with Facebook, it really is "the good, the bad, the ugly."
For the good: Most of the time, I do enjoy Facebook. I have connected with friends from my "way back" past that I may never have connected with in any other medium. Case in point: there is a Facebook page for my high school Class of 1966. I truly have enjoyed that. . . none of us look like we did on graduation day!!! Recently, on my annual trip South, I met up with Elizabeth, someone I hadn't seen in over 50 years. That was a very enjoyable evening and oh, the laughs we had!
The bad: There have been a few (very few) people that I have unfriended and some that have unfriended me. One example: Someone I knew from work who suddenly and totally unexpectedly lost her husband. He died without warning. She is left with two small children to raise. Now anyone can have deep sympathy for that. But as the months turned into years, she still flooded facebook with tales of woe. I refused to play along with her pitty party and she dropped me and several others. I wish her well, but she needs to learn to pick up the pieces and move on. Few, if any of us, pass through this life without being struck by tragedy and life altering events. I'm no exception. But you don't dwell on it and eventually you find ways to be happy again. At least I did a little over two decades ago.
The ugly: Well, sometimes I am too lenient. Generally, I won't accept a friend request unless it is someone I know, or at least someone who has mutual friends on Facebook. A man requested to be my friend. His Facebook page had very little information. I assumed it could be because, maybe he was new to Facebook and was trying to build up his page. WRONG! He insisted on "conversations" with me, which I kept to a minimum and only gave out very general information. All of a sudden I got a message from him, "Based on our conversations and mutual understanding (what???) I want to send you a package. Please send me your real name, street address, phone number,. . ." and I'm not sure what else he asked for. NO THANKS! I unfriended him.
Occasionally, I run across people who are not on Facebook. Usually, this is because they are computer illiterate. Others, due to the nature of their jobs (one person I know is a psychologist in a prison - that's good enough reason!) have to avoid any social media. So, my bottom line, enjoy the jokes on facebook and the interactions with friends, but be careful!
You all know how I love smoking and grilling meat. Tonight I brought home a large order I had placed with my farmer that includes beef, poultry, and pork. There is a cost savings in a bulk order. But more important, it is nice to have a particular cut of meat when I want it rather than, "Oh, I really wanted baby back ribs tonight, guess I'll have to wait till my farmer makes another run to Rochester."
It was a lot of work getting all that meat down the basement stairs and into the freezer. I may not be able to move tomorrow morning! But as I put it away, I was thinking of all the wonderful recipes I use - briskets in the smoker, baby back ribs, whole chickens to put in the smoker, oh, and those great tasting tenderloins that I have so many recipes for. The stew meat that makes delicious crockpot stews. . . roasts to cook with baby red potatoes and carrots (an easy and delicious meal). Then there are the breakfast meats that I can't live without - cottage bacon and breakfast sausage.
Last summer I smoked a large rack of baby back ribs. I cut off a part of it and gave it to my neighbors across the street. Their oldest child, as she was eating it, said, "I feel sorry for vegetarians!"
Someone on facebook asked for the recipe of my adzuke bean casserole. I could not figure out how to post it as an attachment. It never worked. So here it is!
1 cup dried adzuki beans
1 tsp olive oil
1 onion, chopped
1 green bell pepper, chopped
2 Granny Smith apples, peeled and chopped
1 bay leaf
1/4 tsp basil
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp (or more) soy sauce
Soak dried adzuki beans in 3 cups water overnight, or early in the day.
Drain beans completely and boil for 45 minutes.
Saute onion in 1 tsp olive oil for one minute. Add bell pepper, saute one minute. Add apple and saute until onion is translucent. Drain beans and mix into vegetables. Season with basil, salt and soy sauce. Oil an oblong casserole dish and pour in mixture. Embed bay leaf into top of beans and bake at 375 for 45 minutes.
People often ask me, "Why do you insist on driving two full days both going and returning when you can fly?" At the end of an 11 hour day of driving, I have asked myself that question. I really don't like to fly in this day of terrorism and increased security at airports. Allow someone to "pat me down" or search my baggage? NO THANKS.
I truly enjoy the drive through a varying landscape and cultural diversity. I pass through 8 large cities - Buffalo, NY, Cleveland, OH, Columbus, OH, Cincinatti, OH, Louisville, KY, Nashville, TN, Birmingham, AL and Montgomery, AL and arrive at the small town and rural area where we hold our reunion. At the Pennsylvania Welcome Center, I look out over Lake Erie, sometimes filled with large sheets of ice. Driving through Central Ohio, I see huge farm lands and feel a sense of a slower pace to life than I live. Into Kentucky and Tennessee, there is rolling terrain. In Alabama, along the way there are both ramshackle rusted tin roof homes that have no doubt been there many decades as well as upper middle class large homes on large tracks of land. You see old, old wooden barns that are gradually falling apart through neglect. Oh, the stories those barns could tell!
We hold our reunion on land "out in the middle of no where," many acres of land that have been in my family for generations, back into the 1800's. No, we don't care to rent a convention room and have a formal dinner. Not our style. Rather, we enjoy target shooting, walking the land, catching up on everyone from the previous year. And yes, the tales get bigger each year!
Any regular reader knows I am really into guns. We set up all kinds of target shooting scenarios. If the breeze is just right, we throw different sizes of beach ball into the water and take aim at them. If you hit in just the right place, the ball goes flying into the air! Another fun thing to do is shoot a plastic milk jug filled with water with a hollow point bullet. The water splashes all over! Then there are the regular peel off bullseye targets where many an ego has been crushed when your shooting partner beats you.
Eating is a big part of the day. This year we kept it simple.
And there is Aunt Ilene! She is 95 years old this year, Pam and Kenny's mom. She's going through a phase where she doesn't want to eat or drink. On the day before the "official" reunion, a few of us had gathered at the old homeplace. I made a sandwich for her and said, "Here, I made this especially for you and I want you to eat it." I then gave her a bottle of water. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She ate a little over half the sandwich and gave the rest to the dog when she thought I wasn't watching. She drank all the water, eventually.
It was really a fun time. I look forward to this time every March or April. It is important to stay connected to your roots. It's good for your soul.
Recently I had the pleasure of meeting up with an old friend from "way back." Elizabeth and I were friends since junior high and high school days. We had lost touch for decades but through facebook, we reconnected again. It was great catching up. . . lots of laughs. Another friend, who saw this picture on facebook, is trying to adjust her schedule and hopefully catch up with me - in person - before I leave where I am right now. Hope you can make it happen, Sue.
Yesterday and into last night the Rochester area had severe winds, clocked at 80+ mph at the airport. On my street, there was a huge tree knocked into the street, many homes all around me lost siding, my neighbor lost a beautiful glass top picnic table. The roof was ripped off a high school. In short, very extensive damage. Through all this, the worst that happened to me is a few small branches fell in my yard. . . the type that Morgan and Bailey like to run with and fight over in the backyard.
One street over from me, no one has had electricity since 2:30 yesterday afternoon.
Now I'm learning all the schools are closed because so many people do not have electricity and many schools were damaged. The Jewish Community Center has opened their facility for people - with proper ID - to take showers and numerous other buildings are allowing people who have no electricity to come and stay warm. The temperature is COLD!
Needless to say, I am very thankful that I escaped this disaster unharmed.
Forgive me for sounding excited about a new month. . . but in the Northeast, you learn to appreciate even the smallest sign that winter is almost over. Even though we had a mild winter by Western New York standards, still the grey, dreary days of winter can take a toll on even the most positive minded person.
In Rochester, we had one snowfall of almost a foot. The rest were a few inches here and there. Definitely not a brutal winter.
I have become a strong warm weather type over the years. The things I like to do involve being outside enjoying the sunshine and warmth. My Weber smoker has been gathering dust over the winter. So has my bike! And maybe I should think about getting my lawn mower tuned up this year.
March, of course, can go from one extreme to another here. We could have another heavy snow or we could have sunshine and blue skies! I'm still waiting for the first crocuses to pop through the ground.
I am looking forward to my annual trek South this Spring for our Cousins' Reunion. That's coming up soon and this year will be our ninth year. You'll see pictures and posts on my blog. It really is a fun time.
Yes, that is really me on the right! Robert Lauterbach was going through old pictures on his computer and sent me this one of Nancy and me backpacking with another lady on the Northville Placid Trail in New York's Adirondack Park. This picture is over 20 years old. We spent a week hiking from Long Lake, NY up to the northern end of the Trail in Lake Placid.
At 1:30 this morning, awake, I heard a ping on my cell phone beside my bed. I knew. No one would be sending me a text at that time of day unless it was Robert. "Nancy passed away at 1:25 am. Very peaceful." Nancy was diagnosed with cancer in 2014. In the beginning, it looked like she might beat this awful disease. To be honest, until just a couple of months ago, I refused to believe she wasn't going to survive. I am an expert at denial.
Nancy and Robert have been good friends of mine for 43 years. Soon after I arrived in Rochester, I met them. We watched each other's children grow up. A few years back, I was visiting my son and daughter-in-law in Virginia for Thanksgiving. During my stay, they decorated their Christmas tree. John held up a handmade Christmas ornament that I had seen on our tree for years as the boys were growing up. "Mom! Do you know where this came from?" It was an ornament he had made in Nancy's Sunday School class decades ago.
Not long after we met, Nancy and I decided we wanted to get into backpacking and wilderness canoe camping. What we lacked in skill and experience, we more than made up for in spirit and enthusiasm for the great outdoors. Over the years, we spent many fun days in the Adirondacks of New York State, local day hiking and canoeing in the Western New York area, and even up in Algonquin Provincial Park in Canada. We hiked, over several years time, the 130 mile long Northville-Lake Placid Trail in the Adirondacks. This was done, sometimes in weekend jaunts and in some sections, on week long trips. At times it was just us. Other times we were with a group of friends. We had experiences that I will treasure forever.
There was the time three of us, Nancy, me, and another woman backpacked into Wanika Falls. The leanto journal had an entry that there was a resident mouse that made his presence known during the night. Sure enough, during the night, that rascal mouse ran non stop around the back of the lean to, through a hole, and around the back of the inside of the leanto and right over my face, multiple times. I was in the middle between Nancy and the other woman, can't recall her name now. When I complained, Nancy insisted I was dreaming. "Go back to sleep," she groaned. Unbelievably, the mouse only chose my face to run across, not the other two. And NO, I was not dreaming!!!
One winter, we spent a long weekend in the Keene Valley area of the Adirondacks, staying at a bed and breakfast, and cross country skiing and snowshoeing in several locations there. We skied the Jack Rabbit Trail, a lovely ski touring trail that runs from Tupper Lake, through Saranac Lake and Lake Placid and south toward Keene Valley. The B&B innkeeper drove us to the Lake Placid section of the trail, after we dropped our car off at our ending point for the day. It was an absolutely beautiful day and the snow conditions were just perfect for a wonderful day long ski through the woods. At about the mid point, there was a small restaurant where we stopped for a welcome bowl of chili before continuing on our way.
Another day on that same trip, we decided to snowshoe up Cascade Mountain, one of the 46 High Peaks in NYS. The trail conditions that day were not good at all, but turning back was not in our vocabulary. We should have had crampons on our boots. Crampons go over the bottom of your boot and are covered in spikes from toe to heel to make it a snap to walk or climb on ice. Instead we had our snowshoes, which only had one inverted V-shaped "claw."
We weren't doing too badly, until we reached a steep pitch of solid ice. It was probably close to being a 45 degree angle uphill and maybe 30 feet from start to finish. "I'm not going up THAT!" Nancy proclaimed.
"Just give me a minute, I'll figure this out," I responded.
"NO WAY!" Nancy wasn't going to have any of this insanity.
This sheet of ice was surrounded on three sides, bottom and two sides going up, with small evergreen trees. "I got it!" I yelled. "We can hold onto these evergreens and pull ourselves up!"
She wouldn't budge in her determination. . . and neither would I.
I started up, slowly, but determined. In maybe ten or fifteen minutes, I made it to the top. Nancy was still at the bottom, not giving an inch! I finally convinced her to try it and all the way up, she was calling me every bad word she could think of, even though she was doing just fine making her way up.
"Just HOW do you suggest we get back down?" She was really angry!
"I don't know, we'll figure something out," I replied.
The summit was just minutes away from that spot and an easy walk, almost flat, to get there. The view was spectacular.
Miraculously, out of no where, we came upon a young man. I asked him if he had suggestions on how we could get back down "that icy spot!"
"Oh, that is the fun part!" he promised us with a big smile. He pulled an ice pick out of his pack that ice climbers use. "All you do is sit down, hold the point of the pick in the ice on your side and slide down, fast or slow, depending on how hard you push on the pick."
Nancy's face lit up in an instant and she forgot about being angry! I let her go first. She was laughing hysterically, even climbing back up to do it a second time before giving me my turn!
Now I am sure this young man told all his friends about these two crazy women he ran into that day on Cascade Mountain.
As Nancy's illness and strength gained the upper hand on her, we found different ways to spend time together. On two occasions in the last few months, we took outdoor chairs to Mendon Ponds Park and just sat there talking and taking in the beauty of this delightful park.
This doesn't even scratch the surface of the many good times we had over the years. My life has been truly blessed by having Nancy as my friend.
I just placed an order for small beachballs online, 5 inches to 9 inch diameters.
Why would I be ordering beachballs in the middle of winter, you ask? For target shooting, of course!
Our annual cousins' reunion is coming up soon down South. There is a pond where we gather. Placing beachballs in slow moving water and shooting at them is a lot of fun. If you aim just at the waterline underneath the beachball, the force of the bullet sends the intact ball flying into the air. Or hitting the ball dead center makes it "explode."
Another fun idea - fill a plastic gallon jug with water and close the lid. Stand back because you may get wet! Fire a hollow point bullet into the jug and water goes flying everywhere!
To set the record straight, this is done in a safe environment with no chance of a stray bullet traveling long distances and harming an individual or animal. The other side of the pond, across from where we shoot, has a backdrop of land sloping down to the water.
A reader responded this week to one of my blog posts from back in 2011. She stated she learned to cook an Asian dish in her Home-Ec class in the 1960's, had lost the recipe and asked if I might know of such a recipe. I have a collection of cookbooks from the old "Favorite Recipes of Home Economics Teachers" that were popular in the 1960's. A careful search through each of them turned up a dead end!
Here are the ingredients that the reader remembers: ground meat, sausage, rice, soy sauce, bean sprouts, topped by dry noodles. Do any of you have such a recipe? I remember the "dry noodles" that were popular on Asian dishes back then but don't know the proper term for them.
I even did a search on allrecipes.com because that site has a search engine for recipes with specific ingredients. Didn't get anywhere with that either!
If you have this recipe, I will post it on my blog for the reader. . . she didn't give any contact information so I told her to check my blog in case that recipe shows up!
When I moved here 20 years ago, there was a wooden bird house on the electric power pole right outside my kitchen window. It was somewhat weathered so had been there awhile. I enjoyed sitting at my kitchen table watching the birds go in and out and when the new babies hatched, I watched them learn to fly.
Several years ago, the pesky squirrels began chewing the roof off the house and the birds left. For so many years, the squirrels were not a problem.
I just got a brand new bird house from EvensensProductions.com. It arrived yesterday. Bailey and Morgan stood guard as I opened the package. You would think they felt a need to inspect it before letting me near! "Do you mind if I look at it and take a picture?" I asked them. Morgan stepped aside. But Bailey still needed to sniff it!
It is made of thick cypress wood. That should deter the squirrels!
I have probably had 4 or 5 garlic press tools over the years. They were hard to clean, didn't work properly, and finally ended up being thrown out.
I use a lot of garlic in recipes. In recent years, I have just chopped up the cloves with a knife. That is tedious work!
Enter the Rosle garlic press! Yes, I was hesitant to spend over $40 for it. Now I am pleased to tell you it is the best!
The basket where the garlic goes in, pulls away from the rest of the tool for easy cleaning, although still staying attached, so no worries about that piece getting lost. And in the blink of an eye, 2 or 3 cloves placed in the basket turn out evenly crushed. I love it!
It is stainless steel and goes right in the dishwasher. No need to pick left on dried pieces of garlic with a toothpick!
Who doesn't like finding a good deal? I have always had large wall calendars in my kitchen, almost always with pictures of Labrador Retrievers for each month! Each year the price kept inching up until finally I was not willing to pay over $15.00 for them. For 2016, I printed off twelve pages (one for each month) and pinned them to the bulletin board in my kitchen. Plain, and no eye appeal, but they didn't cost anything either!
I was in Wegmans recently and thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. There was a large selection of big picture calendars for $2.99. They had been marked down to $4.99, and then to $2.99!
They aren't Labrador Retrievers, but they are pretty outdoor scenes of paths in the woods.
And if you come in my kitchen this year, you will likely have to put up with me bragging about what a good deal my calendar was!
Now this is a real winner! If you are looking for a recipe that is quick and easy, tastes good, and highly nutritious, this one is it!
Cut up a variety of vegetables into bite size pieces. Go for color. I used eggplant, red bell pepper, orange bell pepper, broccoli, red onion, and brussels sprouts. Cut up one or two chicken breasts into bite size pieces. Combine on a foil covered baking sheet.
Add 5 or 6 chopped garlic cloves, sprinkle with salt and pepper, and paprika. Drizzle with olive oil. With your hands, mix up all the ingredients and spread over the sheet.
Like most people, I look forward to watching the Tournament of Roses Parade each New Years Day. So, after a leisurely breakfast, a pot of coffee, taking up time with the dogs, I reached for the TV remote and turned on the channel guide to see which channel would carry the parade.
Duh! It wasn't listed.
So I did a google search on the internet to find the right channel. This year is it on Monday, January 2. I clicked on a "Never on Sunday" link and learned why it isn't today. The parade goes back to the late 1800's. It was agreed that it would never be held on a Sunday because it was feared the parade would disturb the horses tied up in front of churches along the route!!! That rule still holds today. I would guess it has lasted this long due to Sunday being designated as NFL coverage! I note the college bowl games that are usually on New Years Day are also delayed until tomorrow.
Born and raised in Pensacola, Florida (Escambia High Class of '66), I have lived in Rochester, NY since 1974. Throughout my blog, in pictures and words, I will share my journey through life. I am a person with many interests, traveling, bicycling, kayaking and canoeing, sporting clays, target shooting, spending time with family, friends, and my Labrador Retrievers, Morgan and Bailey, smoking meat in my Weber smoker, to name just a few. I am a Conservative Republican and a strong believer in Second Amendment Rights. Feel free to stop by often and leave a comment. I enjoy hearing from those who find their way to my blog and through blogging, I've made friends all over the world.