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The Old Guy … Cooking Something Different … -#04

.The Old Guy … Cooking Something Different … #04

Every once in a while I try something new. The food item would be something I heard about or read about. You know … something different … maybe something exciting. Unfortunately, there are not a lot of guarantees given for such ‘found’ or ‘self-inspired’ recipes. But alas, human nature, wishfully unencumbered with less than successful memories of ‘oh no’ moments, suggested possible delightful morsels worth the occasional roll of the dice. That’s what I thought about my own inspirational recipe for Fried Cabbage.

First And Only Attempt At Fried Cabbage … It Tasted About As Good As It Looks …

Well, it was a disaster that proved just a bit to hard, if not impossible, to consume. And how could it be? The recipe was well thought out and planned. I cooked the fresh cabbage slowly in butter and olive oil, often stirring gently so not to bruise the leaves. Their suddenly turning dark was a nagging concern along with the noticeably peculiar smell. A touch of minced fresh onion didn’t help. Neither did salt and pepper or a little more olive oil. It was not a dish that would beckon you to discover its hidden delights. It sat there like a lump … lifeless, unappealing, greenish-brown-black and without any redeeming social value whatsoever. I taste tested a small amount and the experience left a lot to be desired.

I asked a professional cook photographer and dear friend, Ms Lori Greene of Black And White Only, about the fried cabbage and I was told that I should have blanched the cabbage in salt water before frying…used butter instead of oil…added some fried bacon to it plus a little of the grease for flavor. Well, I missed that recipe by a mile and a half. Will I fix it again … No. Will I fix it again with the new recipe … No. I think I will stay with the tried and true method of boiling my cabbage with ham pieces, artificial sugar and a little salt and pepper. Anyway …

Livin’ large with a smile.



Next Week Or So … maybe something different …

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The Old Guy … I Never Would Have Thought …


Back in 86′ I purchased from a mall shop in Bowling Green Kentucky, one pair of black plastic framed glasses that had bushy black eyebrows, large plastic nose and generous black mustache. The aforementioned glasses were not a necessary purchase but a desired one.

The mustache glasses didn’t really come into play until 1996 when I lived in Fredericksburg Virginia but worked fifty miles south in Hanover. That small stop was, for the most point, considered North Richmond Virginia. Each day, I road the heaviest traveled Interstate (I-95) on the East Coast to or from work. It was nerve wracking to say the least and most of the time barring car fires, speed traps and multi-vehicle-pile-ups … boring.

I decided for the drive home to wear the mustache glasses. I was interested in the bumper to bumper sixty-five plus miles per hour reactions by all the other driver/passengers. I was sorely disappointed. No one noticed. I was passed by three hundred cars going over the speed limit … and no one noticed. Talk about an object failure.

celebration-16In 2005 I bought my first digital camera and during the late night hours did a series of Selfies wearing my mustache glasses before I even knew what a Selfie was. I was doing a series of postcards and every eighth card was a Selfie Political Campaign Card.

The first Selfie I made was warning campaign sign stealers/defacers. I also used it for a screen saver on my work computer. The screen saver worked quite well though the campaign sign protector part sort of worked.

The next card was a political speech revisement/apology card saying I remember saying all those words but I don’t remember them arranged in that particular order”.

There were quite a few of the 2005 Selfies. On a note of interest, several of these photographs were printed in a German Magazine.


Revision/Apology Political Card “I don’t remember … “

Sorry No Answers Available

To The Press … Sorry No Answers Available


Resource Preservation Is My Middle Name

The Next time I indulged in a Selfie was 2012 when I published a book featuring myself standing or sitting in front of selected common everyday places all over Jamestown and Russell Springs. The mustache glasses were used to demonstrate “The Acme Look Inconspicuous In A Crowd Disguise Kit #14”. It was only used in one photograph of the book.


The Acme Look Inconspicuous In A Crowd Disguise Kit #14″

To this day … it still rankles my innards when I think about the original I-95 experiment with the mustache glasses. Fifty some odd miles of horrendous bumper-t0-bumper traffic and no one noticed. No One Noticed! I have often wondered was it driver apathy or big city fear that influenced the cold non-reactions? Did people actually notice and suspected I had a shotgun or pistol in my lap waiting for an excuse to explode into a full fledged Road Rage incident? Twenty-three years later and the whole thing still gets me right in the neck. I never would have thought …



Next Week Or So … Something along the same line or something current … 

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The Old Guy … Miscellaneous Kitchen Semi-Masterpieces …


Bacon Wrapped Pork Tenderloin With Brussels Sprouts

I cook a lot; much more than one would suppose of a widower. It’s not that I don’t like eating out. But, eating out requires a commitment of  time,  effort, and the acknowledgement that I don’t mind sitting alone in an eatery where I stand out much like the odd white cotton sox in a drawer full of black silk neatly folded pairs.

Ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, I eat my noon and evening meal at home with a small black and tan dog named Gretchen. She is good company, seldom begs for bites, much, and for the most part is non-judgmental. Thankfully, if Gretchen doesn’t like something, say Chili Week or Oatmeal, she leaves it lay and just walks away without condemning gesture or critical comment.

I will go out for breakfast. At one diner, I sit with my brother and sister-in-law and a collection of colorful locals … at the other diner, I sit at the “Old Guys” common table of ex-politicians, citizens-of-note, Ministers, and assorted ne’er-do-wells … it’s become a Wednesday morning tradition …

Pasta Week ...

Pasta Week …

I will go out for breakfast, but I cannot remember the last time I went out for an evening meal. Right now, there is no urge or necessity to venture out into the night except to take random long exposure photographs weather permitting. Only lately has the weather become accommodating.

One influence complicating the thought process of where and when is the simple fact that in a location as small as I live in … there are few places, less than the fingers on one hand, to eat at night that are not fast-food franchises. From here civilization, with a wealth of dining opportunities, is two hours away in any direction.

Trial and error, physical demands, economics, and past influences have helped me get down to the basics when considering a limited but diverse menu for an old widow such as I am. All of which means, I do not, and cannot, stand over a hot stove at noontime or dinner time. I will work the stove when cooking dinner pork tenderloin wrapped in bacon cooked slowly under glass. Or … those wonderful deep fried hand breaded pork steaks I love so much. As with all exceptions, I cook enough for a good meal and the next days lunch and or dinner.  The same principle applies to white beans, white bean soup,

cabbage and cabbage soup.

One pot meals are the way to go …

Deep Fried Pork Steak With Green Beans

Deep Fried Pork Steak With Green Beans

So … I like one pot meals, or masterpieces, often poured over rice, noodles or some other type of pasta. A good size pot of white beans slow cooked with bacon strips and sausage grease serves as another option that can be for three or more days of meals; more if frozen in plastic containers Add ketchup and pieces of red onion and whew …

I also have perfected my Pork Stew in dark gravy, potatoes, peas, carrots and pearl onions. Pork Stew Week has always been a hit along with corkscrew pasta covered with tomato-meat sauce with fresh bell pepper, red onion and Mrs.Dash’s salt-free cut highway weed mixture (herb and garlic). Chili Week has been less than popular and seldom made anymore.

All of my recipes help overcome my Oatmeal breakfast with pork sausage paddy that I have when not visiting one of the diners.




Next Week … I just don’t know …

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