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Tunesday: "Talk on Indolence," The Avett Brothers

2012-02-07T05:00:00.000-06:00

Most people only know the mighty Avett Brothers for "Kick Drum Heart," "I and Love and You," and/or "Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise." All three are excellent songs from the 2009 album "I and Love and You," but none is particularly awesome for running (an argument can be made for "KDH").

"Talk on Indolence," on the other hand, is made for running playlists. Lyrically, we have two songs — the intro where North Carolinians Scott and Seth Avett "rap" on not being indolent (funny how an energetic song about not liking work or exerting much energy is awesome for running) and the sing-song verses reminiscing wild, carefree days.

Overall, this track is raucous and fun. And you really can't beat the live video. Have you ever seen a cellist rock out as hard as Joe Kwon? Speaking of, definitely read this excellent Charlotte Observer piece on Kwon. Turns out he's quite the foodie ... and he blogs about it — Taste on Tour.

And if you're looking for something a bit more quiet and painfully beautiful, give "Murder in the City" a go. Best lyric: "Always remember there is nothing worth sharing, like the love that let us share our name." Just another wonderful song that makes The Avett Brothers one of my favorites. I cannot wait to hear their new Rick Rubin-produced album, which is slated for a spring release (so says Rolling Stone).

On 'phthongs, stereotypes and a song

2012-02-05T09:13:00.002-06:00

On an average week, I read about 20 truly interesting stories (and maybe 100 less-than-interesting stories); it's the most-enjoyable aspect of my job. Those who follow me on Twitter know that the bulk of my tweets link to several of those items and sundry pieces that appeal to industries and their insiders.

And then the weekend arrives. I get to read for pleasure. I found this story (accompanying video above) from the Austin American-Statesman. It was featured in today's edition of The Dallas Morning News. The gist: Texans no longer sound like Texans because so many of us are from different states (particularly those in the North) and countries.

Growing up, not sounding like a Texan was a goal. Thinking about it now, there were several factors at play. First, as a young singer, I worked every day on performing with clear, intelligible, proper vowels. True Texas accents have vowels that dance, mosey and draaaaaawl (see the American-Statesman's graphic on monophthongs and diphthongs). Those types of vowels are not desirable in most musical styles (save those "good ol' songs" that glamorize swervin' like George Jones).

Second, both my parents aren't native Texans; my sister and I learned their mostly Midwestern-derived versions of the language. Third, I consumed a lot of broadcast TV at an early age (my father was in the biz), and most broadcast journalists speak without accents (at least they're trained to minimize their accents).

Finally — and I hate to say it — but Texas/Southern accents sounded uneducated to my ear; so I figured if I sounded like a Texan, people would think I was not intelligent. I know that's really terrible. I have incredibly intelligent friends who have very thick accents, so I know it's not true. However, TV and movies have perpetuated this stereotype in a lazy way to establish characters as dumb.

There are so many excellent examples of "stupid" Southern characters, but there are too many great examples from one of my all-time favorite movies — "Raising Arizona" — that I just have to share:

Dot & Glen | Gale and Evelle Snoats (They blow up in funny shapes?) | Nathan ~~Huffheinz~~ Arizona

And even if the characters aren't dumb, they often sound ridiculous, as New York magazine (of all publications!) points out in its fun 11 Mediocre Southern Accents slideshow ("I don't want your lahhhhhhfe"). Classic!

All that being the case, there have been times when I embraced the Southern accent and words, especially when I've lived outside of Texas. When I lived in Northern Illinois — where "you guys" and "pop" were the norm — I steadfastly said "y'all" and "Coke."

Bottom line, there's nothing wrong with sounding Southern, Northern, etc. We should all appreciate our cultures — from the way we dress and sound to the food we eat and values we hold. But don't take it from me. Take it from Johnny Cash (by way of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers). What a badass.

Tunesday: "Alive & Amplified," The Mooney Suzuki

2012-01-31T05:34:00.000-06:00

I was very tempted to choose a more obscure track from The Mooney Suzuki (why yes, it was the soundtrack of a Suzuki Grand Vitara ad), but Noel Gallagher of Oasis compells me to feature it today ("Play it f*&^ing loud and it WILL destroy buildings"). You heard the man.

Why do I like running to this song? For starters, the raw energy, sweet-ass hook and unpolished quality. While it sounds like a live take with few studio tweaks, it's not; in fact, when the record came out, The Mooney Suzuki received a lot of guff for producing a "slick" album with The Matrix — the pop production team best known for working with Avril Lavigne and Hilary Duff and making Liz Phair's worst album (yes, the one that Pitchfork scored 0.0). So, yeah, compared to earlier efforts like "Electric Sweat" and "People Get Ready," "Alive & Amplified" is poppy and polished. Nothing wrong with that when the results are so damn great.

This band also has become a go-to for Madison Avenue. Besides that Suzuki clip, you've heard NYC's greatest living garage rock band in commercials for SAP ... Coors (can't find the clip, but the original video for the song — "In A Young Man's Mind" — features Jack Black) ... and Nike (The Mooney Suzuki penned a version of "Don't Fence Me In" for the mighty Swoosh, but as you can hear, it's not them performing it in the commercial).

Finally, I greatly respect that the band members look like they graduated from the Ric Ocasek School of How to Not Look Like A Golden God of Rock 'N' Roll. In fact, they took all the same classes as The Ramones.

TEXAS HALF EXPERIENCE For me, not half-bad; for others, half-ass

2012-01-29T09:59:00.001-06:00

Mighty-fine medal. Too bad not every finisher

received his or hers.

Yesterday morning I raced in my second half-marathon, The Texas Half at White Rock Lake. Some bullet points:

• It was a chilly morning, but the outdoor space heaters minimized the shivering; great idea, especially for someone like me who insists on running in a tank and shorts (I get hot quick).

• How'd I do? Great. I felt fast and strong the entire race. I ran "my race" and finished at 1:49:42 — a full 20 minutes faster than my first half-marathon in November. Yeah, I'm very pleased; I know my training is working and I am even more motivated to reach my next running goals. That being said, I haven't signed up for any races yet. A handful of friends are adamant I run the Hot Chocolate 15K. Maybe. At the very least, I'll volunteer.

Unfortunately, not everyone had a wonderful race experience at the Texas Half. About a half-dozen finishers are voicing their displeasure on the Facebook page (update: comments have been removed) of Mellew Production Events, the company that puts on the race. The major problems: Not having enough finisher medals (several finishers received vouchers), running out of food (not even bananas), open-course safety concerns (cyclists weaving through the crowd) and parking.

Granted, I'm still pretty new to running races and I have never coordinated a race (I'm sure it's incredibly difficult and stressful); but, it seems to me the first two problems are totally unacceptable.

You finish the race in the allotted time (the course was open for three and a half hours), you get a hard-earned medal and something to eat. Period. The Texas Half site says that much ... and best I can tell, there isn't any fine print stating they may run out of bling and you'll have to wait three or four weeks to receive your medal. But that's what the disappointed medal-less finishers were told after finishing the race.

As highlighted in Debbie Fetterman's running column for The Dallas Morning News (no paywall so click away), runner Elaine Hillis participated in Mellew's Four Season Challenge (finishing four Mellew half-marathons) for the medals.

All told, 1,129 runners finished the half and 291 finished the 5K yesterday; that's compared to 740 half finishers and 261 5K finishers at last year's Texas Half. The Texas Half website noted an expected field of 1,200 runners; what they got was 1,420 finishers.

That number shouldn't have surprised the Mellew crew. Fetterman's column mentions that the Texas Half hasn't drawn more than 1,230 runners, but the 2012 installment could draw 1,500. In response to that figure, Lewis George of Mellew notes "that's big time." Big time enough to either have enough medals and food, or better cover your bases with some fine print saying "due to open registration on race day, you may not receive a medal or food at the finish line"? Apparently not.

Moving forward, I hope these problems don't occur at future races and Mellew considers a cutoff for its races.

Tunesday: "Rite of the Ancients," The Budos Band

2012-01-24T04:33:00.000-06:00

Staten Island's own is the greatest instrumental funk act going. Period. Well, except when the fellas do something silly like perform covers; not gonna link to "My Girl" or "Day Tripper" because I know you don't need to hear those.

Budos throws down tight jams, loaded with call-and-response riffs and rhythmic wizardry (Latin percussionists are the business) that remind us that some things from the '70s are worth remembering (funk and supreme afros are the first two that come to mind). The band's tracks churn, you burn calories while running; it's a good formula.

This post is brought to you by the letter F

2012-01-22T17:02:00.004-06:00

F, as in "The Other F Word", as in father. It's a good documentary with a great concept — follow punk rock dads, tell their stories. Which dads, you ask?

First, the film primarily focuses on Jim Lindberg, (now ex) lead singer of Pennywise, and his struggles with incessant touring (200-plus days on the road during the doc's filming) and being a good father. I never cared for Pennywise (sorry, not even "Bro Hymn"); but I am impressed with the group's longevity, and Lindberg seems like a nice guy and a good, caring dad. Funniest moment: Lindberg discusses the necessity of dying his graying goatee (gotta keep the dream alive).

But who else is in the flick, you ask (again)?

How about Fat Mike from NOFX (a favorite band from my teens, due in no small part to the song above)?! Surprise: Mike is not the worst dad in the world. However, in the film, he discusses how he and his (now ex) wife would not allow parenthood to affect who they are. Sure, Mike is cool with making his daughter breakfast (cereal and toast drenched in I Can't Believe It's Not Butter Spray) and dropping her off at an exclusive private school. But he retains his crude/rude personality (farting en route to dropping off his daughter, talking about how dull the other parents at the school are, etc.).

Lars Fredericksen: He and his second wife have two kids. And despite being the most outrageous looking punk dad in the film (well, Duane Peters is pretty gnarly, too), he is really grounded and likable. Best moment: The film crew follows Fredericksen and his son, Wolfgang Erik Anders Frericksen, to a packed jungle gym. Within minutes, it's empty (best way to clear out a playground is bring a punker and a camera crew, Fredericksen says). Also notable, Matt Freeman, Rancid's bassist (probably my choice for best punk bassist) and a father, appears briefly in the film.

Flea: Sorta-kinda punk (he briefly was in Fear), he's just a badass. Badass bassist (whilst stoned, as the above video proves), badass runner (cool Runner's World profile). And he's a badass dad. Hard to believe Clara is in her 20s. Their segments in the film are touching — they play piano together, Flea cries (twice) and she tells of how her then-Mohawked father freaked out teachers at her school. Good. Stuff.

And ... there are several other fathers ... whose music I do not care for (Mark Hoppus of Blink-182, Art Alexakis of Everclear) but are pretty good dads (Hoppus comments that, as a rock star, the bar is set so low for him to be a good dad) ... and random Tony Hawk interviews (lots of kiddos, lots of wives, lots of affairs, but still the greatest skater in the history of ever).

I definitely recommend checking out "The Other F Word." It's a short doc (90ish minutes) and it's available for download on iTunes. If you do, let me know your thoughts.

Tunesday: "Bad Vibrations," The Black Angels

2012-01-17T07:00:00.000-06:00

The tone, the drone, the reverrrrrrb ... it's just a dynamite track. I love the atmosphere of the song. Sure, it's trippy (and druggy) as hell AND it leans heavily on The Velvet Underground and Jefferson Airplane (among countless other psych-rock pioneers), BUT the buildup to the primal scream is perfect (Roky Erickson has to love this band, right?). When the group shifts to double time, I can't help but run faster. It's just that effective (wish the 4/4 section was longer).

The above clip ain't much to look at ... but the same can't be said of this KEXP recording from SXSW 2011 at Mellow Johnny's (dig the true psychedelic inclusion of electric jug, ala The 13th Floor Elevators).

Fair to compare?

2012-01-16T06:30:00.000-06:00

In the past few days, I received some comments that I look just like ________. While it's fairly rare that someone mentions that I look like so-and-so celebrity, this isn't a completely new phenomenon. As I mentioned in a Waco days post, children of 4 years ago thought I resembled Eminem. Any skinny white guy wearing a bandana is a reasonable approximation of Marshall Mathers. I'm good with that. But I digress. Back to those recent comparisons.

First, the one I can sorta/kinda see — Steve Carrell. I'm told our mannerisms are similar. I can see that. I have an expressive face; he has an expressive face.

Second, the one that I have a harder time seeing/accepting — Steve Jobs. Perhaps I can't see it because he was such an icon and a visionary I respect immensely. Sure, the glasses, the laugh lines, the smile ... I guess I see it.

It's just bizarre to be compared to two completely different Steves in a matter of days. I rarely receive these types of comments/compliments. But really, these comparisons don't bother me; I find them interesting. They say a good bit about the people who are making the comparisons and how they see me. On top of that, the thought of Steve Carrell portraying Steve Jobs makes me smile. I could see it.

Who do you favor? Who do people think you look like?

Fit to be tied

2012-01-14T11:39:00.001-06:00

Yep, I paired a pink tie with a military overcoat.
I recommend you deal with it.

I work at an extremely laid-back office. We have a DJ who pumps music throughout MultiView's several-floor operation in Irving. Standard office attire is jeans, T-shirts and tennis shoes. Some of the women tend to dress up a bit more; but it's still nothing like a standard office.

Every now and then, we class it up, like this Tuesday — "Tie Tuesday," when all the guys had to wear ties and all the gals needed to get dressy. My friend Shawn went all out; he wore a tux ... and looked like a waiter at a French restaurant. I have an entire closet dedicated to slacks, dress shirts, ties and suits (no tux or tuxedo shirt) that I've mostly neglected for 9 months; so I welcomed Tie Tuesday.

The mandate and chilly temps gave me the perfect reason to finally wear my new-old coat — an authentic 1943 ACB Stockholm topcoat worn by Swedish Air Force officers during World War II. It's wool, it's warm and it's one of the coolest gifts I've received. Style-wise, I've been a fan of double-breasted coats since 1993, which is exactly when I started watching "The Late Show with David Letterman." I think it's a classic look. The design elements I appreciate the most on this coat are the buttons, which are marked with Sweden's Tre Kroner insignia.

It's almost been 6 years since my awesome trip to Sweden to attend a wedding with my sister. This coat reminds me of a fun vacation to a country where I ... a. felt extremely short (Swedish men are all 6' 8" ... look it up); b. hung out with a world-class athlete for the first time (Olympic gold-medalist and World Cup champ downhill skier Anja Pärson, the bride's sister); and c. last willingly ate meat (reindeer jerky = gross).

Tunesday: "Atlas," Battles

2012-01-10T19:56:00.000-06:00

I started this morning off right: Running 9 miles in the rain. I had an absolute blast; of course, wearing a rain-resistant jacket, tights and super-warm gloves makes playing in the puddles possible.

Since Tuesdays are running days for me, I'll make it a point to share a track from my playlists. Today, we have this gem from math rockers Battles. "Atlas" is about 5 years old, but I still find it incredibly fresh. Really, "Mirrored" is one of the better debut albums since 2007.

For starters, the drumming is so great. John Stanier (formerly of Helmet) is as precise a rock drummer I've heard ... and who doesn't love that his crash cymbal is 7 feet high? Tons of layers to the song (ideal for headphones), catchy helium vocals (too bad Tyondai Braxton quit the group), great keyboard/guitar riff and that awesome floor tom ... I feel like I'm mechanical when I run to it!

Two quick things | 01.02.12

2012-01-02T16:23:00.001-06:00

Volunteering: On Sunday, I spent the better part of six hours at the New Years Double in Allen. I love running races, but volunteering at a race is great, too. I saw frunners from November's Donkey Ride (a scenic Collin County road cycling route that features all manner of animals, including, yep, you guessed it, donkeys) and loved seeing the finishers' tired faces beam when they received their hard-earned loot — dig those damn swanky challenge plates.

Northshore: Miles of unpaved perfection.

Trails: Oh, man, this 9-day holiday break has spoiled me. In addition to hitting up RCP, I ran Northshore at Lake Grapevine a few days ago (I am officially hooked on trail running) and celebrated the reopening of Cedar Hill State Park's trails with a couple of 12-mile loops on the ol' hardtail today. CHSP is fast-fast-fast in the prairie sections (save some incredibly rutty spots and a few burrows) and mostly tacky throughout most sections ... but it's super-muddy in areas with significant tree coverage, e.g., Poison Ivy Alley, Bush's Secret Garden and Rattlesnake Alley. Barring any precipitation, the entire trail system should be perfect by the weekend.

Inspecting Spec's, Double time, yearly reminder

2011-12-30T08:59:00.003-06:00

For those keeping score: This building traded toys ("from bikes to trains to video games") and Geoffrey the Giraffe for booze and a bunny. That, children of the 1980s, is in fact growing up (gee whiz).

Still need to procure libations, delicious food and pickled gherkins (if that is indeed how you roll) for your NYE party? Check out Spec’s (dig the comically outdated website), which recently opened its first store in Dallas at Walnut Hill and 75 (Fort Worth and Plano are next).

What you need to know:

Just a small section of the sake you'll find at Spec's.

1. Yes, Spec’s is located in the old Toys "R" Us that ~~is impossible to get to~~ requires patience and persistence to get there. If you lose your cool easily, no worries — Spec’s offers samples to take the edge off.

2. The beer selection is very good (better than Goody Goody on Greenville Avenue) and the wine selection is superb — beats all stores in town, hands down.

3. Spec’s has a deli and a café in addition to rows of international treats. Teresa Gubbins at Pegasus.com wrote the most thorough review I can find. To paraphrase, you can purchase similar stuff elsewhere, but Spec's collection of fine food and drink is unique to — and appreciated in — this part of town.

4. Spec's is all about making a deal. The store will beat competitors' prices and will "take 5 percent off your total if you pay with cash/debit/check" (read: Spec's will charge you 5 percent if you use credit).

5. So long Sigel's?? Fans of Sigel's Addison location will probably ho-hum Spec's. But they may need to warm up to the new store in town, and fast. According to Lauren Drewes Daniels at the Dallas Observer, the Spec's bunny is looking to rapidly reproduce all over the Metroplex by acquiring Sigel's.

Overall, Spec's is a fantastic addition to the food/drink landscape. I found just what I needed for an NYE vegan potluck I'm attending (though there could be more veggie/vegan options, perhaps a dedicated aisle for the latter).

New Years Double

The city of Allen is hosting a two-day marathon/half marathon/half relay/5K. I'm not running, but I am volunteering on Jan. 1 — 6:40 a.m. for packet pickup — so you better believe I am not partying heavily on NYE. Speaking of the New Year ...

2012 = Twenty-twelve

That’s how you say "2012." Not "two-thousand-twelve." Think about it: How do you say the year 1912? Go ahead. Say it out loud. Exactly. So, please resolve to make this small change, and I’ll resolve to not rehash this topic in another 11 months.

Hello, stranger

2011-12-27T10:42:00.001-06:00

I've decided to knock off the dust around here — it has been about 3 or so years since the last post. A lot has happened since then (mostly good); but there's no chance of a recap post (you don't want to read it, I don't want to write/relive). I have no plan to have a theme; this will be just a place for sharing. So, here we go.

It's not the New Year yet, but I am already delving into a new passion — trail running. Even before completing the MetroPCS Dallas White Rock Marathon, I knew I would need a new challenge/obsession. Given my mountain bike background and newfound love for running, trail running made the most sense.

The only downside of my new fitness choice? Well, most of the trails are way-far-away and/or closed due to December's heavy rains. Fortunately, several dry, sunny days are coming our way, so I hope to hit my familiar, local MTB trails — Cedar Hill State Park, Arbor Hills Nature Preserve and Northshore — very soon.

Until then, the only local spot that isn't closed (but probably should be) is Rowlett Creek Preserve in Garland. As a dirt rider, I consider the tacky conditions not optimal for riding and detrimental to the trail's condition (DORBA maintains RCP and makes the decision). That being said, running the trail yesterday wasn't terrible. I stuck to loops 1-5, and encountered only a couple of sloppy sections. Still, the tacky trail conditions did add up. I had to stop a few times to scrape off a pound of mud and leaves from my new pair of New Balance MT10 .

Maiden voyage of New Balance MT10 (Minimus Trail)

It's too early to say I love the shoes; but so far they're good ... maybe a little too roomy in the toebox (a staple of New Balance sneaks). The Vibram sole is void of mud-shedding properties and suited for dry conditions. At least that's what I learned from about 5 miles at RCP. I would love to take them out to my old stomping grounds — San Angelo State Park. Running up Roller Coaster has to be more fun than riding it! Hmmm, perhaps this race is in my future! Probably just the half-marathon. Could be fun ...

Tending goal, don'tcha know, eh

2008-05-10T18:53:00.015-05:00

No, that's not Ed Belfour; but, that is a one-of-a-kind Waco Wizards goalie mask that I borrowed. Watch yours truly make an enormous ass of himself in the latest edition of "The Adventures of Kandace and Aly"

When I have a brand new ...

2008-04-30T07:45:00.003-05:00

... tattoo. Read all about it right here.

Good game, eh

2008-04-26T07:19:00.003-05:00

The Stars played mighty clutch last night. I didn't stay awake for the third period like I said I would, subsequently missing the chance to hoot and holler with some liquored Lewisvillians (Lewisvillites or, sinisterly, Lewisvillains) at a pub. Stars' win, my loss. Brendan Morrow, you officially are a great captain, sir. My apologies for hanging on to the "you're-no-D-Hatcher" line of thinking.

In vaguely related hockey news, I gotta stop listening to old-ass music. Is it just me, or does anyone else have the following song runnin' through his or her head when they're watching hockey, bull riding or bass fishing on the worldwide leader of fringe sports, Versus?

I adore the early '90s video production sensibilities: This video is made entirely of clips from live footie and "Jeremy" snippets that were used in videos from "Ten."

Roberto, il bastardo pigro

2008-04-21T18:59:00.012-05:00

This here is what we in the biz call getting more outta your bloggin' buck.

Lazy? You bet. But check it: I cooked up a big ol' meal, ate it and did the dishes. The way I see it, I had some well-earned slackin' headed my way.

Sure, you could argue I didn't grow the veggies or make the 'guine from scratch. Thanks for pointing that out. Really. Thanks.

No, I just bought the vittles at the Old Town Lewisville Farmers Market and Sprouts. Shoot me for being resourceful, Holmes. And now, shameless self-promotion of the ol' career blog! Right about ... wait. for. it. wait. for. it. wait ... NOW!

Words x 1,000 =

2008-04-15T19:11:00.005-05:00

Damn! I love being back in Dallas. The spring view in front of the DMN.

The return

2008-04-07T19:27:00.004-05:00

It's been too long, y'all. But I'm back and a whole helluva lot has happened. Too much, in fact.

Suffice it to say this transition hasn't been seamless and smoove like a well-poured C-ment pond. Nope. It's been about as warped as the Clown Ramp at Bachman Lake Skate Park (waaay back, back, back in the day).

No details about the drama. Sorry. I'm over it. Movin' on. However, I will tell you this: One suspicious, eco-friendly shopper carrying and filling a black canvas bag at Albertson's merits the dispatch of no fewer than three Lewisville squad cars. No produce, publishing employees or police officers were harmed. Just some cold embarrassment for all.

What else? Well, that's gotta wait. You can catch up on some schtuff at my profile on neighborsgo. You'll find a few posts from your truly. And truly, you should create your own profile ... if you love me.

Sound of silence

2008-03-28T07:14:00.003-05:00

Awfully quiet around here, ain't it?

My apologies for neglecting the blog. Ending my time in Waco and preparing for the move to Lewisville has afforded me scant time for much else.

I'll be disconnected for a few days. Once I'm settled, better rested and perhaps less frazzled, I will fill ya in on everything.

Much more than a TV theme song

2008-03-18T13:13:00.010-05:00

Y'know, the guy from "Step By Step": I got 20 bucks that says half of y'all pause the clip when a shirtless Bobby Ewing (Patrick Duffy) appears.

This intro holds a special place in my heart. As a young un', I used to dance to the intro of "Dallas" with my Mom. I never actually watched the show back then because it aired past bedtime. I just danced to it — a perfect way to wind down before slumber! It was among the highlights of each week. It's cool getting reacquainted with the song 20-plus years later because I never noticed the funk elements to this version of the theme song (they tweaked it each season; the later versions are rubbish).

Anyway, speaking of getting reacquainted, I'm returning to DFW. I accepted a position with The Dallas Morning News on Monday. I will be the assistant managing editor of the West Zone publications and editor of the Southern Denton County edition of neighborsgo. I am very excited and will keep y'all posted as I move, er, I mean dance to Dallas.

A few things on my mind & plate

2008-03-17T12:28:00.008-05:00

Today’s a rocker. A quality state of mind and good weather (for now) can make Monday worthwhile sometimes.

I Finally Made It — I got around to making the V’con’s Coconut Lemon Bundt Cake (the tin rocks — thanks, Mom). These pics show it cooling before a powdered sugar blizzard. This cake is for coworkers, but the next one will make a suitable (barely) breakfast for me.

Potato, Black Bean, Salsa and Cheese Taco — I don’t think I’ll ever go vegan. I just love cheese too much. This mix filled several corn tortillas this weekend. It’s my tribute to absurd “Tex-Mex” joints in the Midwest that pack tacos and burritos with potatoes. You know who you are.

Variation of a Favorite — With the end of soup/stew/chili season fast approaching, I made a different version of that righteous Black Bean Sweet Potato Chili I made in January. This time around I subbed sweet potato with plain-ol' potato. I also decreased the amount of cocoa, chopped more cilantro and added chipotles in adobo sauce, which I omitted from my sweet potato pot. Wow and damn! This bowl kicked my ass with its flavors and no-foolin-around heat. It would kill lesser men — y’know, modest teetotalers who wax their backs. Who needs conventional depilatory creams when you’ve got a bowl of chili that can singe unsightly hair?

Hey, revolver

2008-03-14T11:43:00.005-05:00

There were a couple of remarkable moments yesterday that reminded me of, well, me. They mostly revolved around music and the stuff I dug in the formative listening years (roughly 10 to 16).

Sure, my tastes have evolved, but yesterday I was happy I spent some quality time "back in the day" with vinyl, cassette and CDs that came packaged in long cardboard boxes (what a waste of resources) ... in no particular order: The Clash, The Pumpkins, "The Moz". It's the stuff that got me here.

When I was 13, I wanted nothing more than to sound and look exactly like Chris Cornell. Was that too much to ask for?

I'm listening to Soundgarden right now ("Badmotorfinger," as I said I would last night), and lovin' it all over again. It's not really a classic, but it was/is important. Some things (music, jeans, Chucks) suit me anytime of day, everyday, no mater how old or uncool they are. They're enjoyable. I can't worry if something is popular or "right." I'll find faults if I look hard enough. I will trust my instincts and enjoy and move with life's curves.

Truer words have never been sung

2008-03-11T13:27:00.004-05:00

Apparently, returning to Texas has awakened a long dormant appreciation for country, rootsy rock, folk and bluegrass — preferably the kind without field and stream mammals on jug, washboard or wash-tub bass. Still, don't expect to see me at Willie's upcoming Waco stop. I'm not that guy and I never will be. No, sir, right now I'm just playing a lot of Lucinda Williams, Drive-By Truckers and spinning this debut disc by the SteelDrivers, a promising Nashville group chockful of industry veterans with satchel of experience and accolades who just make good music. Props to my Pops for hipping me to 'em. I couldn't find a pro quality video to "share," but you can see more of them here and over here, too

Crumby cake, crumbling city(?)

2008-03-08T08:41:00.010-06:00

I was surprised yesterday when I :

1. Discovered a can of pureed pumpkin in the back-crack corner of the pantry.

2. Found this Pumpkin Crumb Cake Pecan Streusel in the V'con. (I've flipped through that book a ton, but I never saw it before).

It was an awesome dessert that filled my kitchen with the spices of late fall.

Yesterday also was a really good day for repairs. The TG crew finally fixed my sink (I didn't have a functioning hot water faucet for about a month). After several attempts (mine and the repairmen) they accepted failure and ponied up some coin for a new faucet (I'm easily excited — spray attachment!).

Speaking of TG, neighbor and Tribster J.B. has a blog dedicated to Downtown Waco living. Check it out.

Boobs from Bob

2008-03-04T12:38:00.004-06:00

I made this chocolate with vanilla frosting "cake" for my friend Megan's friend. I employed an Easter egg tin to create the shape.

A li'l soul for ya

2008-03-03T10:19:00.000-06:00

Wranglers: Real. Uncomfortable. Snakes.

2008-03-01T08:23:00.011-06:00

This is The Snake Man, Jackie Bibby. That snake! That smile! That hat!?!

I checked out the Rattlesnake Roundup last Saturday at the Community Center in Oglesby. Two bucks worth o' entertainment captured digitally follows. I must admit that I debated whether to attend this oddity. I feared they would slaughter and supper-ize the snakes (unfounded, however there were plenty of snakeskin goods available). I'm glad I went. I used to see Western diamondbacks daily at San Angelo State Park, so it was nice to reconnect with them. And as far as I could tell, the wrangling show didn't harm the snakes. And I was exposed to a piece of Coryell County culture. A piece that I most assuredly will never experience again.

His record is 8 snakes. He's shared a sleeping bag with 109 and a bath tub with 81. Guinness recognizes his feats, and so should you.

Snakeskin — Not just for boots and belts, but for touchin', too.

He's lying in a cage with about 30 or so rattlers. Oh yeah, and one's on his effin' face.

An albino cobra. Yep.

The future's so bright

2008-02-24T10:40:00.003-06:00

Word of the day kiddoes: Obsolescence.
It’s an exciting time to be alive when:

1) Your industry — journalism, papers specifically — is gasping for air, grasping at straws, etc.

2) Your society’s way of life is doomed. Cars: oil; planes: oil; food: oil, chemicals, unfair labor and trade; electricity: coal ...

3) I’m angry, outraged and determined at times (right now, for instance). In an hour, I’ll probably be content, driving 5 miles to get a cup of coffee. This is a problem.

Kerbey can't hang

2008-02-23T07:36:00.005-06:00

I know when I've got something good. Whether it's friends, clothes that fit well or a sweet stack of pancakes, there's stuff in life that's real simple to appreciate. So I'm throwing modesty out the door today. These are the greatest pancakes. Sorry, Kerbey.

I might be willing to make 'em 24 hours a day. You just need to tip generously.

GINGERBREAD PANCAKES
Just mix the wet, then the dry and combine. Cook on oiled skillet. Flip when edges brown and bubbles decrease. The following recipe yields about 4-6 cakes depending on how large you wanna go. I doubled it and made 10 massive cakes.

1-1/3 cups whole wheat pastry flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1TBSP Flax, 2 TBSP water
1-1/4 cups soymilk
1/4 cup molasses
1 tablespoons vegetable oil

The white stuff

2008-02-21T11:18:00.004-06:00

You can just smell the cinnamon, can't ya?

I can't remember where I got this recipe for Cinnamon Raisin Waffles, but it's a winner. Normally I use whole wheat or whole wheat pastry flour, which yields darker, more filling waffles. But I opted for all-purpose flour as recommended and did not have any regrets. Very light and very good.

CINNAMON RAISIN WAFFLES

1 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons double-acting baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 large egg (subbed out with ground flaxseed slurry, 1 Tablespoon flax seeds plus 3 Tablespoons water )
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted
1/3 cup raisins
1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
vegetable oil for brushing the waffle iron
maple syrup as an accompaniment

Preparation
In a small bowl whisk together the flour, the sugar, the baking powder, and the salt. In a bowl whisk together the egg (or flax slurry), 2 tablespoons of the butter, 1/2 cup water, the raisins, and the cinnamon, add the flour mixture, and stir the batter until it is just combined. Heat a waffle iron until it is hot, brush it with the oil, and pour half the batter onto it. Cook the waffle according to the manufacturer's instructions, transfer it to a baking sheet, and keep it warm, uncovered, in a warm oven. Make another waffle with the remaining batter in the same manner. Serve the waffles with the syrup.

Water and wheels

2008-02-19T11:59:00.006-06:00

Peruvian Stew: Dig that quinoa and all of those carrots!

I am about three weeks away from getting back into serious cycling and becoming sick of soup. I can feel both quickly rolling near. So, while it’s still brisk, I’ll stick to my current routine — running, lifting, Moosewood stews, chilis and soups — before I go back to my old routine — dirt and road rides and lots of grains, pastas and breads.

Spanish Potato Onion Soup: A variation — fewer spuds and onions (recipe said 4!) and the addition of celery.

The Real Slim Shady

2008-02-16T18:42:00.002-06:00

Robert, Bobby T, Bob, R. Eugene Wellington, Pancake, The Nefarious B.L.O. ... I’ve been called a lot of names. But today a new one emerged:

E M I N E M

I guess it’s my fault for wearing a bandana when I worked out at the rec center today. My thanks goes out to the girls basketball team for callin’ it like they saw it.

Can I pass me some more salt?

2008-02-14T13:23:00.006-06:00

Word on the street is that today's a really big day. I'll say. Boy, and how! I'm defrostin' a bucket of Moosewood's Peruvian Stew. Table for one. Aw, hell. That sounds pathetic. ... Pffffff.

I haven't taken any pics of the S. American stew yet, but I do have an old shot of some gnarly green Sweet Pea Soup. ...

... And some Oatmeal Raisin Cookies I brought to work last week.

What else? Changes, new theories and stimulating thoughts! All yours at a later date. Gotta jet. My table is ready.

No holes in my 'doughnuts'

2008-02-12T08:02:00.000-06:00

Mmmmmm ... Jelly Doughnut Cupcakes. ... The way the jam "sinks" is genius — no need for "Twinkie" holes. Another great idea from the “V’con.”

The cake portion is very moist and any type of filling can work. Strawberry jam is one of my favorite spreads for toast, but I don’t think it's the best choice for these cupcakes. Next time I’ll opt for lemon or grape preserves for this dessert. A lemony jam or cream would make a more authentic “Dunkin’-style” cupcake. And y’know Boston Creme Cupcakes would be insanely good. Maybe I’ll take those to the folks at WPD.

Modifications

2008-02-11T07:28:00.001-06:00

There’s nothing better than reviving an old fave by making it veggie. Some recent experiments:

Taco soup: TVP (texturized vegetable protein — sounds yummy, yes?) provides some power-packed chunks instead of ground meat or chicken breast. I dig the blue corn chips because they hold up better in the "soup."

Black Beans and Rice: This was good, but it lacked the carne seca flavor.

Pick yer poison

2008-02-07T07:05:00.000-06:00

Death by caffeine: Are you an energy fiend?

I like coffee. A lot. Still, I cut myself off at 90.58 cups.

An imperfect perfect plate

2008-02-06T07:21:00.001-06:00

As much as I like waffles (L’Eggo My Eggo tattoo on my stomach — Garamond CAPS, sucka), there’s nothing more satisfying than pancakes.

An incredibly wise man informed the masses earlier this week of a high holy day for fans of the P-Cake (you’re welcome, Mike D).

Sure waffles are great, but there’s nothing to making ’em. Waffle iron is to skillet as tricycle is to Triumph Scrambler. It’s fairly difficult to screw up waffles. Pancake makin’, however, is a different story. There’s nothing more humbling than burnin’ a misshapen, imperfect pancake. It’s glorious, yet, no less delicious.

I had a satisfying pancake dinner Tuesday and breakfast rocked this morning. The V’con’s Cornmeal Blueberry Pancakes recipe is easy enough to augment for chocolate-chocolate chip, gingerbread, banana, etc. A new staple is born.

Mardi Gras tastes terrible

2008-02-04T20:26:00.000-06:00

I don’t care what you say — Mardi Gras is garbage. Be it a pseudo-celebration like last Saturday’s rich-folk fun ($100 tickets!!!) in downtown Waco or the real deal New Orleans bash, it’s all bunk. Rubbish. Hogwash. F’real. Why, why, why do we celebrate Mardi Gras when we could be celebrating Shrove Tuesday, aka, PANCAKE TUESDAY?!?!

That’s right, folks. Pan-freakin-cake Tuesday. It’s the greatest thing I’ve learned about all year. It’s magnificent. It’s hands down the tastiest holiday ever. Period.

Sigh. ... Sadly, I won’t be celebrating Pancake Tuesday in style this year. I desperately want to be a part of this grand day that I knew nothing about 4 hours ago. I do, I do, I do. However, I must practice restraint. I need to be practical. I need to get my freezer off my back. It’s screaming at me to plow through some wobbly stacks of Belgian waffles. Defeated. By a demanding kitchen appliance.

Wait a minute. How about this: Is it possible Ash Wednesday and Waffle Wednesday can coexist? Sure. Why not. I like it. Check it: I’ll hold off on the waffles for a day. That’ll work. And, don’t cancel your Mardi Gras plans. You can be in flapjack heaven and all boozy today, too. You bring the Stolichnaya syrup 'cause we’re gonna make a mean ol’ pile of alco-rific potato pancakes.

Thank you, thank you very much

2008-02-02T21:17:00.000-06:00

Dusting off a Foreman grill might be the greatest thing that’s happened in my kitchen all year. Silly me, I relegated the “lean- mean” mutha to the cupboard for years. I neglected it because I no longer lived on burgers and dogs. Sure, there are faux alternatives, but I'm lazy — that bastard grill is never a joy to clean.

Inspired by my father's grillin' successes, Jorge and I are back in business, and I’m making all kinds of ridiculous grilled sandwiches and burgers. It really helps for black bean burgers and chickpea cutlets I normally would fry (gross) or bake (time consuming). On a lark, I even made an Elvis-style grilled PB and Banana sandwich. It goes straight to the top of my guilty pleasures list.

Don’t do drugs

2008-02-01T07:50:00.000-06:00

While you’re at it, don’t suffer from schizophrenia, don’t be subjected to shock therapy and don’t grow up in a wildly disturbed family. Don’t take my word for it. Check out the 2005 film “You’re Gonna Miss Me.”

It might be the hundreds of acid trips, his time spent “being treated” or just an effed up family life, but Roky Erickson, psychedelic rock pioneer and banshee-voiced singer of Austin’s 13th Floor Elevators, is proof that you’re not completely doomed if you do the aforementioned. You will, however, have issues.

I just checked out this docudisc, and it’s fantastic. It’s a peek into the twisted life of a musical genius and his bizarre family. Of course, there’s about as good an ending possible for Roky. Since coming under the care of his youngest brother and attending therapy, he’s played festivals nationwide (Dig it: Thurston Moore opens for Roky), and a bunch of articles have documented the stages of his return.

Need another tale of a tragic Austin pariah? Check out “The Devil and Daniel Johnston.”

Separation of church and stage

2008-01-30T07:22:00.000-06:00

Blessed are the bassists, for theirs is the kingdom of awkward facial expressions.

So I went to a “U2charist” service on Sunday. In a word: meh. OK, so that’s not officially a word. But all in good time. C’mon, if Meriam-Webster recognizes “w00t,” I get to validate “meh.” Besides, U2charist is quite a little buzzy pseudoword, ain't it.

Anyway, my thoughts. I think the service I attended with my friend and coworker Wendy really lacked atmosphere. In a fairly small and bright room that formerly served as a library, the U2charist failed to move me (toe-tapping and swaying aside), wasn’t uplifting and it didn’t bring me closer to God. Not that I expected all or any of that. It was just flat.

I imagine in a dark, old chapel with dimmed lights and candles, a U2charist could be really cool or — even better — a powerful experience. A huge screen for projecting the DVD footage, a media person controlling the media (the pastor at St. Alban’s was doing double duty) and a gaggle of die-hard U2 fans — all would help the experience. I'd even suggest not using old "Rattle and Hum" and recent concert footage. I think U2 songs playing over projected, powerful images of faith, humanity, strife, etc. would be preferable to performance footie of Bono and Co.

As a musician and fringe member of the ADD generation, I was too focused on what kind of bass The Edge plays on "40" (one of Adam Clayton's Lakland basses, for the record — Clayton plays one of "David Howell Evans' " 1970s era Strats to complete the switch in roles on the "War" track).

So, I think the U2charist is too much entertainment, not enough God. It might be OK for others, but it’s not for me. However, the offering does go to a good cause, so I don't feel like I wasted an hour. It's worth checking out.

For more info on the phenomenon, check out my friend and former coworker Mike Plunkett’s write-up at The Norman Lear Center.

Fácil o difícil

2008-01-24T14:22:00.000-06:00

I try to practice restraint and focus on keeping life basic. However, I drift back into the clutches of irrelevant cluttering crap just like everyone. I used to be content with an artificial existence fueled by pursuing material things and further disconnecting from life and pure joys. I gotta admit I’m starving for more change. Not the kind that presidential hopefuls are throwing around. I’m ready for an existence that relies on compassion not consumerism. I’ve made some steps in the right direction (downsizing, getting rid of “stuff” and learning a lot from people willing to share and books). I’m not even close to where I’d like to be. But, I’m renewing my subscription for this new way. This slow, satisfying way. It’s just that simple.

Hmmm. Well, yeah. Anyway, I just had to get that out there. Back to complex life (work shift approaching), and sure, why not a complex bowl of chili. There are too many flavors in this recipe, so it’s a chore recognizing and appreciating all the spices. I am particularly pleased with how great the sweet potato works with the chili powder and cocoa. Sit down. Chew slowly. Smile.

Black Bean Sweet Potato Chili (from vegweb.com)
2 onions, chopped
5 cloves garlic, chopped
2-3 tablespoon olive oil (more if onions start to burn)
2 cans (4 oz) diced green chiles
2 tablespoon spices (cumin, chile powder, cinnamon, cocoa powder to taste)
1 large lime (or 2 small), zest and juice
1 large sweet potato, peeled and chopped into 1/2 cubes
28 oz can whole tomatoes, chopped
4 cans (15 oz) black beans, rinsed
2 chipotle chiles (canned chipotle in adobo sauce), chopped
1 bunch cilantro, chopped leaves
1/2 - 1 cup water as needed

Saute garlic and onions in olive oil on low-medium heat till limp.
Add lime zest, sweet potatoes, 1/2 lime juice, and spices and cook covered for 15 min (add a little water or olive oil if the mixture starts to stick to the bottom). Add tomatoes, black beans, chipotle chiles, cilantro and cook until sweet potatoes are tender. Add remaining lime juice and more spices to taste if necessary, and simmer covered for 10 min, adding more water if needed.

Serves: 8

Preparation time: 1hr

When I live alone, is there some toast in my house?

2008-01-20T09:27:00.000-06:00

One-half of a good weekend is in the books. So, what did I do? Uh, not much really. That’s not true, but the rundown isn’t that interesting.

I blame, in part, the weather. It’s a cold one, which means I’m looking for warm places. That means my choices are bars, stores and coffee shops. Checks on all but the bars.

Back at 615 N. 4th, the best places to stay warm are the kitchen and bedroom uno. Weatherstripping, spaceheaters and window treatments can only do so much for a 90-year-old building.

All this means I’ve made a lot of food in the kitchen. Friday night and Saturday morning were very productive. I’ve baked Almond Quinoa Muffins, Banana Nut Waffles and Chocolate White Chocolate Chip Cookies.

And finally, I made the No. 1 must-make recipe from V’con: Chickpea Cutlets. Every blogger who owns the book makes and loves ’em. I think somewhere in the back of the book there’s a notice in tiny type that says V’con will self-destruct in 90 days if you don’t make the cutlets. Then Dr. Claw’s henchmen will kidnap Penney and Brain. ...

I upped the recipe by a quarter and paired the cutlets with Herb Scalloped Potatoes and some standard spinach. The meal was excellent. Next time I will make the mustard sauce that everyone gushes about, which, will definitely help the “meat.”

So, today’s Sunday. I’m back to church “shopping.” I took a break after a decent run of trying out places. I am very grateful so many of the churches around here have Web sites. It’s incredibly helpful. I’ve crossed off a few places, which is great ’cause the task of finding the right place would be practically impossible — there must be a thousand churches here. And I’ve only got so many Sundays in a lifetime.

I might even check out the U2charist next weekend. I learned about the concept about a year ago. It’s intriguing and probably the first time it will be done in Waco. At least the music is familiar; but, it seems too gimmicky for me. I’m out if they hand out fly shades.

Let's go bowling this weekend

2008-01-17T08:07:00.000-06:00

I’m gonna call this my Saturday/Sunday Soup. It’s lunch and dinner for what used to be my weekend (Wednesday/Thursday) and a celebratory soup for my return to normal weekends.

You might know Saturday/Sunday Soup better as Creamy Tomato Basil (its V’con-given name). I prefer substantial soups (beans, tons of veggies) so I usually would pass on a seemingly just-liquid soup. But this bowl is far more satisfying than a typical bowl of pureed tomatoes. Four potatoes, pureed nicely with the standard crushed tomatoes and flavorful sun-dried variety make this champ a filling cold-weather meal that's perfect for a drafty cottage like mine. Paired with some crusty bread I baked (loose interpretation of a Moosewood biscuit recipe), and I'm set for a weekend of refining my ladling technique — sloppy Holmes, sloppy.

More minis and FU tofu

2008-01-11T08:27:00.001-06:00

I’m a better human being in the morning ... well, post-coffee, of course. After that, I’m good to go. I’m more productive and generally happier when the sun’s out. But, who isn’t.

I mention all of this because I am filling in today on the morning desk. It should be just breezy. It’s not like I have to negotiate 30 to 45 pages (tab, but still) today. Nope. How ’bout two fronts and a few inside broadsheets. Cake.

And muffins. Moosewood Restaurant has a bunch of recipe books, and this recipe for basic muffins (I added the blueberries and some lemon juice to make ’em more sunshiney) comes from a book I got for Christmas (thanks, Anne). These freeze OK, but they are great the next day.

Not being a grump in the morning? Sunshiney? What’s goin’ on? Who is this guy? Don’t worry, y’all. It ain’t all “Shiny Happy People” and fluffy bunnies ’round here. There’s still a bit of moody piss-n-vinegar in me. Exhibit A: The worst tofu meal ever. The orange glaze rocked. The couscous was as bland as expected. BUT, the “meat” of the meal was no good. I messed up. Bad. Undercooked? Check. I also effed up by freezing and thawing the ’fu. Also, I most definitely could have done a better job pressing the water out of the stuff. Pictures? Oh no. No chance. Too depressing. I’m not defeated, just deflated. I will try it again. Still, I have reason to believe tofu just isn’t for me. We shall see.

Apples and a twister

2008-01-08T13:17:00.000-06:00

Who can resist a muffin? I hope my coworkers can’t, ’cause today I’m taking in some mini muffins — Apple-Oat Bran from the V’con.

First, my kitchen now smells like Apple Jacks, so I couldn’t be happier ... unless you’ve got a bowl of Apple Jacks on ya. No? Damn!

Second, this is a culinary tribute to Edwards Apple Orchard in Poplar Grove, Ill. A tornado recently hit Boone County, which is the home of one of the best traditions in Northern Illinois. I hope everyone affected by the storm gets back on their feet soon and that the community supports each other in this tough time ... and maybe, just maybe, the home of the best apple cider and apple cider donuts will be back in business come fall.

Fake it up

2008-01-06T08:48:00.000-06:00

My meat-eating evolution hasn’t been easy or pretty, folks. Days before I decided to give up the goat (or more precisely cow), I was throwin’ back multiple patties at Wendy’s with great regularity. Oooooh, how I loved ’em. But, I always regretted chowin’ on cow (even in moderation) cause it made me as lethargic as ________ _______ (fill in with your favorite rehabbin’ celebrity) for the rest of the day. Not worth it.

Anyway, that’s all in the past and I don’t miss it. My meatless revolution is a comfy, experimental place (how 'bout we call it Frigginrighteousvania? Huh? huh?). This place has got a boatload of “who-the-hell-needs-meat” sammiches.

I used to shell out serious coin for Morningstar Farms and Boca’s variety of meat substitute. Not anymore. There’s so much you can do with lentils, chickpeas and black beans (my fave). Truthfully, it’s a mess mashing and kneading the ingredients, and the words “vital wheat gluten” don’t make anyone salivate quite like “double-bacon cheesebruger.” Still, after all the fuss, you end up with something great, like this Black Bean Burger from the Veganomicon. It probably woulda been even better if I were better at frying, but it’s cajun and I’m cool with that. And a thick layer o' cheese and generous mustard (great name for that Reel Big Fish tribute band you've been dreamin' about forming) make every burger a li'l better in Frigginrighteousvania.

Two things that matter today

2008-01-04T07:43:00.000-06:00

Music: Talent is great, but what really matters is passion. It doesn’t get purer than furious ’80s punk. I’ve got Black Flag, Minor Threat and Fugazi in my brain, and oddly, it all started a few days ago when I overdosed on Rancid (less furious ’90s punk).

Life: I won’t be satisfied until I’m making a difference in people’s lives, contributing to the improvement of my community and feeling a sense of accomplishment (in that order — money is not even close to being a part of the equation). I am hopeful I am on the right track in realizing all of these.

Cornbread strikes again

2008-01-01T08:02:00.000-06:00

Monday couldn’t have been a better day for rolling up the sleeves and rolling out new recipes. I was feeling better but not well enough to get to the gym or run, so I had some time to kill in the kitchen

For those of you not up-to-the-minute on my health (you can follow it on the Headline News ticker, ESPN’s scrolling bottom line and the sign of that dude at Cesar Chavez and I-35 in Austin), it stumbled a bit last week. Just some bad crud, y’all. And, since I’m a guy (read: stupid) I didn’t rush to the doc immediately for a pill-based solution. No, that would belie my stubbornness (charming, ain’t it). Instead I’ve gone through a health roller coaster, a wellness waterslide if you will. For those familiar with the best place to spend a preteen summer afternoon circa 1988 — Wet ‘n’ Wild — you’ll no doubt know what I mean when I say one minute I was all “Pirate Ship” chillin’ and the next I was totally “Atlantic Panic.” Totally.

Anyway, I’m feeling better (don’t let my rambling fool you) so I finally got around to making a really good PPK-approved Potato and Black Bean Soup.

Potato and Black Bean Soup
6 cups vegetable broth, canned or made from bouillon cubes
10-12 medium mushrooms, quartered
1/2 cup shredded carrots
4 medium potatoes, cut into 1" cubes
1 (15 oz) can black beans, rinsed and drained
1 (14.50 oz) can whole tomatoes, cut up
1 Tbs fresh cilantro, chopped
1/2 tsp cajun seasoning

In a large saucepan, combine broth, mushrooms, onion, carrots, and potatoes.
Cook over medium high heat until mixture comes to a boil.
Reduce heat to medium, cover, and cook, stirring occasionally until potatoes are just tender; about 10-12 minutes.
Stir in beans, tomatoes, cilantro, and seasoning.
Cook, stirring occasionally, until heated through.

There’s a whole lotta good stuff in there already, but you can add more veggies if ya like (you need to clean out your fridge anyway, right?). I added celery cause that’s how I roll and I said nay to “cajun seasoning.” In it’s place I pinched cumin, chili powder and wee pinched cayenne to taste. And the timing for this soup couldn’t be better. I’ve got a few more servings that will make the recent drop in temperature a bit more tolerable.

Alongside a brave new bowl of soup, I kicked out some kickass Vegan Cornbread straight from the “Veganomicon.” What makes this batch the best is simple — it’s the skillet. In fact, henceforth, I will never again make cornbread without a skillet. It’s the baking equivalent of a broken-in biker jacket or blue jeans. It’s just a classic that works. That said, I’m not a big fan of pie slices (‘cept actual pie, pizza pie and Trivial Pursuit pie). However, it’s not a deal breaker. The bread’s only gonna get crumbled in the soup any damn way.

Happy New Year, y’all.

More than a sandwich

2007-12-29T21:55:00.000-06:00

Who would have thought that I would close out 2007 saying this: The best thing I made in my kitchen was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

I certainly wouldn’t have thought so a few days ago. Before I returned from Christmas in Tyler, I probably would have considered either a particularly uniform and golden batch of waffles or perhaps one of my soupy concoctions the highlight of my culinary pursuits. All of these great meals, sides and dishes went out the window when Isaac came to my door Thursday evening.

I was in my kitchen, just doing the dishes and listening to the UT/Arizona State game on the radio, when I heard a faint knock at my back door. It was barely audible, competing with the clatter of dishes beneath a running faucet and the play-by-play announcer on the radio. Still, I heard it and without hesitation I unlocked and opened the door. Isaac, mid-20s and mid-200s, was on the other side. His exhausted face and prematurely gray sideburns spoke for his hard life. His prison tattoos did, too. He asked if I was Jared or if I knew Jared, someone he met at Church Under the Bridge who told him he lived at Terrace Gardens. I told him I didn’t know Jared. That could have been it. I could have closed the door. I could have gone back to my dishes and the game. I didn’t.

After walking outside with him and talking a bit, trying to think where Jared might live, he asked if I could get him something to eat. Hesitant for a second, I said no problem. I scratched my head for awhile. I didn’t have much that could be made quickly. Oddly enough (for me), I did have bread on hand. We returned to my kitchen and I made him a humble PB&J sandwich. Honestly, I initially planned to make it to-go — bread, then peanut butter, then jelly, then a Ziploc bag and then good night . Instead, I pulled out a plate, Isaac pulled out a chair and we talked.

We talked for probably 10 minutes. We talked about God, religion and Waco. We discussed Church Under the Bridge, Mission Waco and my appetite for World Cup Cafe. As Isaac ate and drank water — rehydrating and refueling for his trek to 18th Street — I told him about my struggles with addictions and depression, my connecting with God in the past two years and trying to find meaning and purpose. He returned in kind with tales of being homeless or living paycheck-to-paycheck and barely eating. He told me he hasn’t lost hope or his dignity. He works. Hard. Every day. He waits outside of labor ready every day, hoping that someone will drive up with a job for him to do, a job that will pay just enough to take care of his estranged children, to pay for his half of an apartment or maybe enough left over to save for a car one of these days.

I told him it’s good to hear he’s a Christian who keeps faith in the Lord and reads his Bible regularly. I’m not gonna lie. That’s more than I can claim . And I’m the one who’s blessed. I’m the one with a comfortable, affordable home, stocked pantry and fridge, decent career, car and a room filled with bikes and basses. What’s my excuse?

Thirty minutes and a 10-cent sandwich later, Isaac pushed his chair back and thanked me. I felt bad because I could have done more. I debated driving him to his destination. I wondered why I didn’t make him a bigger meal. I felt guilty. So I gave him my usual handout — a $5 gift card to McDonald’s. It was my last one. I used to keep a few on me and in my car and would give them out regularly in Rockford. I thought it was enough then. But talking with Isaac reminded me that a conversation, interacting with another person — however random, just a complete stranger — trumps a gift card or a sandwich. He smiled, thanked me again and told me that some day we’ll have lunch at World Cup Cafe. His treat. I told him I’d like that. Thank you, Isaac.

WTB: One WABAC machine

2007-12-26T05:34:00.001-06:00

Oh brother, what I wouldn't do for a time machine (cloaked in a Delorean, helmed by Mr. Peabody and Sherman or otherwise) to transport me to the precise moment on Dec. 6 when a simmering pot o' gold was ready for consumption. Santa? Doc? Lassie? Gunga Din? Anyone?

Oh well. I'll just have to pine for this warm, filling Corn Chowder (say it with me: chowww-dah). Sure, I could go the easy route and just make it again, except I'm not feelin' quite right for kitchen work. The truth is I'm a bit on the mend from a really quick sick that I initially blamed on lechuga, but now I'm screamin' it was some sickly, sorry-ass air I inhaled. If only I had a time machine. Quiet you ...

Cookie cutters that don't cut it

2007-12-24T09:26:00.000-06:00

I've got a friend and a sis who may know some Swiss, but I'm fluent in easy-to-make Swiss cookies.

This batch of Mailaenderli (my-lend'rrlee) was well received at the office. I'm guessing it's the buttery-eggy goodness. There's not much to the recipe (simpler is better). What follows is my adapted recipe. For real, these are too easy to not make them. ... Be careful on your choice of cutters though. Don't even eff with anything resembling a candy cane unless you like headaches.

Mailaenderli or Christmas Butter Cookies

1/2 cup butter
3/4 cup sugar
juice of one small lemon
2 eggs plus 1 egg yolk, beaten
2 1/2 to 2 3/4 cups all-purpose flour (I used about 3 or so cups)

Cream the butter. Gradually beat in the sugar, beating well after each addition. Beat in the lemon juice and the 2 whole eggs. Blend thoroughly. Stir in the flour, beginning with 2 1/2 cups. Knead the dough with the hands until it is smooth and clears the fingers. If it is too sticky, add more flour (and you will need more). Wrap the dough in waxed paper and chill for 4 hours or overnight. Roll out the dough on waxed paper to the thickness of 1/4 inch. Cut the dough with small fancy cookie cutters in shapes such as stars, hearts and crescents. Place them on a buttered and floured cookie sheet 1 inch apart. Brush with the beaten egg yolk. Bake in a preheated moderate oven (350 degrees) for about 15 minutes or until golden.

A minitour of megashopping madness in North Texas

2007-12-21T12:00:00.000-06:00

Inspired by a comment from a former coworker and mega-knowledgable musichead Collin Quick, here’s a rundown of three places where you can max the hell out of yer credit cards in Dallas County. I say Dallas County because, quite frankly, eff all that shite in Collin County. You’re a cool guy Collin, but Collin County (Plano, Allen, McKinney, Murphy, etc.) is bullshit you can miss.

TOWN EAST: If you like tall aqua-netted hair that's perched atop pretentious heads, or if ya got a teenage hooligan cousin, Town East in Mesquite can't be beat. Technically not in the mall but it’s smack dab outside, getyer boots and hats at Sheplers. Then you can hop on LBJ (IH 635), drive to the Resistol Arena for the Mesquite Championship Rodeo (shoot the shit with Don Gay, chew some chaw and kick some shit with yer fancy boots) and then stop a spell at Trail Dust Steakhouse to get yer grub on (wear a bolo tie to eff with the staff).

THE GALLERIA: I can't even sniff the air of this royal retail palace 'cause my nostrils are of a far too low caste. However, if I managed to get a job in the building, I'd probably be a skating instructor. My goal wouldn’ be helping young sparkies land skating tricks. Oh, no, no, no, no. I’d be far too busy trying to land an SUV-steerin, Dolce-wearing sugar momma. Just my type. Right.

NORTHPARK: It’s huge but wears it well. It’s not like the Mall of America in Minnesoter. No, sir. Texas is about being big, but the well-to-do set doesn’t like to brag about such things. Still, this spot is intimidating in other ways, namely the SMU co-eds, generally successful people and their University Parks offspring are smart, in shape, attractive, rich and are good, reasonable people. But I digress. The food options here are amazing. Even the standard food court is about as classy as those places can be. The mall’s color and shape coding is so smart, but most first-timers still get lost.

Tones of home

2007-12-21T08:36:00.000-06:00

I spent half a day in Dallas on Thursday. It was a cool, ghosts of Christmas past tour. I didn't make it out to G-Town, cruise Centerville, Saturn, Broadway or Northwest Highway for covert places to smoke cigarettes (2008 will be year six as a non-smoker) or pick up all the lovely ladies at Town East Mall. No, I passed on all that fun but managed to hit up some old stomping grounds in Dallas (Greenville Ave., mostly) and saw some old college friends from the Timado days.

Flat People's eponymous CD — available for purchase at CD World and Good Records — was the soundtrack of the day. The band's show at Granada was great, and it was good seeing old Timado friends Graham, Warren and Bobby G. doing their thing on stage. I was very impressed with the venue and the group's cohesive sound live and onstage — which wasn't surprising at all. They're all ridiculously talented and are just great guys. Even Ryan Hardy (also Timado — Laser Eye) made it to the gig. It was good chatting with him and the rest of the guys after the show and catching up since the last time we were all together about three years ago.

A quick trip yesterday, and now some quick cooking today. I'm making Swiss Butter Cookies, Mailaenderli (my-lend'rrlee). I'll post the results later after I awake from a Swiss Butter Cookie/DFW Tex-Mex/Gatesville Grub coma.

Baked, waaaaay baked, not fried

2007-12-20T08:43:00.000-06:00

There's no good damn reason why more restaurants don't serve sweet potato fries. It's surprising, but after one try I think I prefer them.

Apparently the stars, planets, wheels and text were aligned for making these and coming to this fry revelation. I saw a recipe in the Statesman, on PPK, and The Maui Grille in Surprise, Ariz., serves some that apparently all should try (I can only vouch for the onion rings and spinach salad— very nice).

Give these fries a shot. But, please refrain from dipping 'em in mayo, ranch dressing or a Wendy's Frosty — y'all are a bunch of Southern sick-os!

Jethro Lull

2007-12-17T08:09:00.000-06:00

I’m back! Did ya miss me? Don’t answer that.

OK, so Arizona was great. Good weather, food and family. It was a quick trip, but good none-the-less.

As for culinary delights, I really haven’t made much recently. But I did stockpile some schtuff I made awhile back — perfect for this dip in kitchen creativity.

My friend Wendy had some folks over to christen her new place,. And since she’s a ginger freak (sidenote: I finally saw "This Is England" — awesome, but a crap ending), I cranked out the ginger cookies. Not bad.

I need to get back to the stove for more soup. Something with potatoes and black beans is calling me right about now. We shall see. We shall see.

Pedaling a slower gear

2007-12-10T09:17:00.000-06:00

I'm on the roads and trails less these days (read: not at all). I have no interest in wind slapping my cheeks red, donning full-length tights, stocking up on ChapStick and staring at gray skies. No, I don't have fond memories of seasonal affective disorder.

My bikes hang idle, one with a flat, another needing a chain adjustment and the third just wants some TLC. All are minor repairs and basic bike maintenance, but I'm on a lazy streak right now. Even commuting is too much effort. Thank God I'm still hauling it to the gym a few days a week and runnin' around the river on off days. Anything to keep me off the bike trainer.

It truly is a month of fits and spurts. I have to take advantage of momentum. More often nowadays, I'm content with coasting. Winter is like that for most folks, right??? The other day I went great guns baking and cooking, making three consecutive things (a Manic Monday on a Tuesday) — two of which you'll get right now.

'Ere's another stab at the Blueberry Blondies. I made these for a coworker in exchange for the best homemade salsa I've had in awhile. I definitely came out the winner. The crusty covering is still not quite right, but I know what I now know the remedy.

Also straight from the oven a week ago, something I ended up calling Pumpkin Chocolate Cakies. The problem with subbing flax seed for egg is the texture. A lot of cookies don't have a cookie chew. This is the case with these cookies, but I think they're none-the-less delicious. Recipe requests aplenty, and it really does make about 4 dozen, so have a army at your disposal (a hungry one at that, possibly fragile).

So, yeah, it's a slower gear for the rest of the year. I apologize for what will no doubt be fewer posts until January.

Long December

2007-12-07T08:30:00.001-06:00

December is always a little chaotic. Every year is different for everyone, but this year is entirely different for me. It always depends on where I am living, what I’m doing and the same applies for everyone who matters in my world. A lot has happened, and we’re all going to make the best of it.

This year my holiday season started with Thanksgiving in Tyler. Then it’s a quick trip to Phoenix next week, a spin up to Dallas the following week and then back out to Tyler. I wish I could fit Austin, San Angelo and Rockford into the mix, but that’s pushing it. Besides, I have no interest in shoveling snow (sorry, y’all).

Still, I am committed to visiting everyone I haven’t seen this year in 2008. I guess it’s a little early to make a resolution — something I rarely do anyway, and only if there’s something I’m quitting.

Next year will also include another intercontinental tour with my sister. We’re going to spend the better part of two weeks in the UK to see places our 92-year-old Grandmother has only dreamed about seeing. We’ll return with memories, words and pictures for her — the next best thing to her actually going.

What else? I dunno. It’s kind of exciting. I’d like to think love and a home aren’t too far in my future. We shall see. I will keep on moving forward and see where I land.

My casserole's way more punk than yours

2007-12-05T07:53:00.000-06:00

Buying a cook book is a struggle for me. Much like music and pornography, the Internet is filthy with free recipes. Also like porn and music, some recipes are tasteful and others will leave you with visible sores and lesions. You just have to learn which Web sites and cooks you can trust and love unconditionally (warts and all).

Still, it’s nice having a colorful book on my table instead of a sterile print out. Normally I just borrow books from the library. Now would be a good time to apologize to any Wacoans who have wanted to borrow “Vegan with a Vengeance” for the past month. I'm almost done using it. I promise.

Anyway, I picked up a couple of new cook books last week. They were hanging out in the store’s so-cheap-you-can’t-refuse aisle. I quickly picked 'em up, pored over 'em and got to cookin’.

First up: bean and pasta casserole. The name certainly doesn’t inspire. But anytime I see the word casserole I can't help but think of a Guttermouth's song "Casserole of Life" from "Teri Yakimoto." Sample lyric of ingredients: "Hot tubs, cross bows, setting forest fires Styrofoam, TV, Slashing all your tires ...". Classic.

Also, the total cooking and prep time (3 hours!) doesn’t scream “make me now.” Fortunately, I’m a fan of bland and watching paint dry. This entree did take a long time to cook, and it could have benefited from additional spices. At the very least, I will increase the oregano for this dish next time. And I'll probably listen to "Teri Yakimoto" eight times through to pass the time.

Gourd Damn! It was 80 degrees!

2007-12-03T08:37:00.000-06:00

The temperature yesterday hung around the high 70s and creeped up to 80. Folks had to crank up the AC. That's effed up, winter is effed up, but winter vegetables like squash are fabulous.

I pureed the hell out of this Butternut Squash Soup. This burnt-orangish bowl filler is a sweet-tasting and toasty tribute to another UT loss to A&M and subsequent underwhelming invite to the Holiday Bowl.

What really makes this soup awesome is adding a nice tart, green apple. It works so well with the sweet winter squash.

What doesn’t work in this recipe is onion. I am banishing this bastard veggie from my kitchen this month. Fewer tears. Better breath. Works for me.

Chili sin carne

2007-11-28T08:29:00.000-06:00

When I lived in Loves Park, Ill., I used to joke that I was a recovering Texan. This didn't make me a Yankee or a sell out, nor did my triumphant return (em-bell-ishhhhh...) make me some sort of carpetbagger. What it makes me is someone who readily admits he was more than a scosche homesick, and, using the addict terminology, made it to the sixth step of 12 and happily relapsed to his Texaholic ways for good.

That said, don't cha go thinking that it's a major love fest down South. No, sir. There are some things I could do without. For instance, I love Tex-Mex cheese enchiladas, Shiner Bock and Dallas (but not all Dallasites). On the flipside, I can't stand Southern fried okra, Lone Star and Houston (but I do like most Houstonians). These acknowledgments don't make me any more or less of a Texan. However, one simple disagreement divides more than the others: chili.

It's pretty simple — to bean or not to bean. True natives say, "Hell no. More meat." I think that's just narrowminded and not keeping with the cowboy tradition ("Blazing Saddles," anyone?) Beans are essential. You don't have to go overboard, but some kidney, navy or black beans (or even chickpeas) make a world of difference.

So, what's in my perfect bowl of chili? Well, I don't have any aspirations of going to the Terlingua chili cook-off (I'm told they shoot vegetarians first, ask question later), so I go nuts with beans. This 'un appeared recently in DMN, and I knew I'd love it, mainly 'cause chickpeas — or the infinitely more fun to say Garbanzo beans — have become a staple for me. The addition of red peppers is pricy genius, but worth it.

The suggested cous cous makes a great platform for this dish, but it's not essential. You can crumble crackers and top with mont-jack for repeat servings (as I did for a couple of reheats). Or, as the pic shows, you can just ladle the good stuff into a bowl and go back from whence you came, eating and smilin' all content with your fancy-pants liberal bean-eatin' self.

'Can you spare a slice?'

2007-11-27T08:53:00.000-06:00

Not me. Look high and low for a loaf in my fridge and you'll find nary a crumb. Don't get me wrong — I love bread. Me and sliced grains are good ol' amigos. We're just not in a committed, demanding, can't-live-without-ya, "what-are you-thinking-about" relationship. That'd be annoying. Just ask peanut butter and grape jelly.

Keeping the peace in my breadbox in lieu of the prison staple is a big stack of corn tortillas (30-count for a handful of pesos!). I've already waxed nostalgic about Donnie As and hinted at nuevo Donnie As. Well, here's a tortilla lover's desayuno D-lite — sloppy, groggy, make-some-coffee breakfast tacos.

What's peculiar about this quick b-fast are the eggs. I used to despise eggs ("comes from a chicken not a bunny, dummy"). Now I tolerate them just enough to appreciate the benefits of their amicable pairing with potatoes, salsa, queso, spinach and whatever else is sitting neglected in Tupperware. What ya get ain't pretty, but it hardly matters when you've yet to wash the sleep out your eyes. Real-good, real-hot salsa will take care of that in no time.

Thanks and stuff

2007-11-26T07:15:00.000-06:00

I have so much to post after a long Thanksgiving break. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed actually celebrating Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving (a rarity for nightside desk editors). Of course, I woulda really liked having Saturday and Sunday off, too, but I digress.

So ... I made a ton of food — some holiday specific, others not so much. More than anything I am incredibly inspired to make more soup. The weather is cold for these parts (temps that Rockfordians consider shorts weather) and my big pot is getting a soup-chili-stew workout. ... But, you’ll have to wait for those, cause I got some turkey to talk about ...

Yes, your veggie friend purchased, cooked, sliced, served and consumed turkey. No, I’m not going back to an omnivore lifestyle. I just wanted to enjoy a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. And who knows, next year might be a tofurkey year. We’ll see.

Besides the bird, I made standard mashed potatoes but made 'em better with a touch of nutmeg (subtle, but a difference maker), green beans with toasted almond slivers and for dessert, pumpkin pie (store-bought 'cause I could!).

You may ask, “But where are the pictures?” ... And I will answer, “Didn’t bother.” ... I thought about taking shots of the Turkey-Day meal or leftover sandwiches but I passed. I gotta give you something, though, so here are some pics of some good stuff I made before I traveled to Tyler:

These Gingerbread Belgians are further proof that your kitchen is empty unless you have a waffle iron. These tasty holiday hotties are better than Magnolia Cafe’s pancakes (waffles : pancakes :: paper : rock). I’m tellin’ you, folks, I just might need to leave journalism and open a Waffle House.

I also went to town with a cinnamon raisin recipe. First in the oven was the bread. This loaf boosted my breadmaking ego after the not-quite-a-disaster, not-quite-a-success banana loaf. Nope, this bread was moist throughout and was even better as muffins. I will tinker with the recipe for future breads and muffins (next up: Poppyseed and Lemon)

'Inka, inka, bottle of ink'

2007-11-20T12:58:00.000-06:00

There have been some interesting stories recently about marathon runners. The world-class champion who trained through pregnancy and won a race shortly after giving birth is an extreme story. People who bitch and moan because they can’t wear iPods at official marathons is a ridiculous story. I’m not pregnant but I can relate to the iPod squad.

I jog about 20 miles a week, so I’m certainly not a marathon-grade athlete, nor do I aspire to be. It’s just a nice break from cycling everyday. Sometimes I go without the iPod and sometimes I throw in the ear buds and go. Without the music I tend to think a lot more than with the music. No major decisions are made on these jogs. I might decide what to bake, what I’m going to do this weekend — stuff like that. Normal stuff. Mundane.

My brain works differently when the iPod is added to the equation. I can’t deny the motivation I get from the music. Case in point: Today’s soundtrack was a smattering of ’90s heroes. Jane’s Addiction (“motherf**kin' took the pain. “) and Rage Against the Machine (“anger is a gift”) songs kept me going and the time and my pace sped up ... and stupid stuff sped through my brain.

Here’s what I thought about today: Worst tattoos on a ’90s era rocker. Sure there are plenty to choose from: Lollapalooza artists, Lillith Fair types, East Bay hood rats, Southern rappers, etc.

I have plenty of arguments for these poorly tatted rockers — embarrassingly too many , actually. So I won’t give you my thoughts quite yet. Instead, I’d like to hear what y’all think. I encourage you to register your opinions in the comments section. I look forward to hearing your opinions. I’ll register my thoughts in a later post. Here are the top 3:

1. Tim Commerford (Rage and Audioslave bassist, aka Tim Bob, aka Tim C., Y. tim K. and tim.COM)

2. Dave Grohl (Foo Fighters and Nirvana)

3. Johnny Rzeznik (Goo Goo Dolls)

Let the debate begin ...

A tribute to Baylor traditions

2007-11-19T07:29:00.000-06:00

1. Cheap, fast food for the boys: If you’re in a fraternity you’re probably eating a Gut Pak at Vitek’s Bar-B-Q and picking up a Family Bowl from Fazoli’s.

2. Cheap fast food for the girls: If you’re in a sorority you know the number of steps from campus to McAlister’s for a Giant Spud.

3. Cheap fast food for the unemployed: If you’re in your final or penultimate year of your head football coaching contract (“Peace Out," Guy Morriss), you might want to save those nickels for some homemade alternatives. Read on ...

I made an interesting (read: fairly OKish for most, friggin’ righteous for me) garlicky tomato sauce last week and promptly poured it on everything (namely stuff that couldn’t walk off).

I initially wanted to add tofu but opted to pile in chopped carrots and black olives (my two favorite salad accessories if not foods period). It might sound, um, gross, but the sauce was great and I enjoyed it more on the potato than the penne.

Best of all, this stuff is fast ('cept for the potato), cheap, warm and filling. See, I got your back, GuyMo. Who loves ya, baby?

Gourd-met grub

2007-11-15T07:47:00.000-06:00

I got into a serious breakfast habit when I lived in Rockford, and all it took were some bone-chilling conditions.

I won’t lie: That first winter kicked my ass — a wimpy ass clad in multiple-multiple-multiple layers. On the worst days: thermal underwear, wool pants and socks, a couple of shirts/sweaters, thick-as-a-brick gloves, leather jacket, -40 degree boots, scarf and wool hat. I almost bought a balaclava, not to be confused with baklava. No, sir, it would not be inaccurate to say I looked a whole lot like Randy Parker— Ralphie’s overly bundled younger brother on “A Christmas Story.”

The second winter, while worse, was more tolerable. Sure, it was colder, the snow was deeper and my pleasant spirit was packed in boxes with shorts and an oscillating fan. But my blood was thicker. I invested in a space heater. I discovered the power of rolled oats. Hell, I played ice hockey on the frozen Sinnissippi Lagoon when it was a balmy 12 degrees. I firmly believe this would not have been possible without ... oatmeal! The breakfast of aged hippies, Wilford Brimley and less-famous fogies! It’s great. In fact, I still pour a few bowls a week. The trouble is, well, it’s just a bit boring, even when I add bananas, raisins, yogurt, brown sugar ... you get the picture. But thanks to my second favorite kitchen appliance — my waffle iron — oatmeal goes from bland to badass in no time.

My first batch — Oatmeal-Walnut-Raisin waffles — rocked. It had a great texture and crunch. It was a warm, filling and just all-around awesome breakfast.

That recipe is great, but it can’t hold a candle to the big brother of badass Belgian breakfasts ... Pumpkin Waffles.

Uh-huh, it’s another VWaV recipe. And every novice cook has raved about it on the PPK forum. I am happy to join the club. By comparison, as much as I love Magnolia Cafe’s Gingerbread Pancakes, these are even better (lighter, better after freezing and cheaper)! Served with coffee, syrup and NPR, I’ve got a new morning staple.

On bikes and biscotti

2007-11-14T08:51:00.000-06:00

Yesterday was a fantastic day. I hopped on the ol’ road bike for the first time in about two weeks. Running, going to the gym, baking and my stupid hand have limited my wheel time to straight commuting to the Trib. It was nice to put on some real miles again. Of course, no outing would be complete without a flat. It happened late in the ride, close to my house and I was more prepared than a Boy Scout (tubes, patches, pump), so it wasn’t devastating.

I also tried a new recipe: Blueberry Blondies, a tweakin’ of VWaV’s Raspberry Chocolate Blondies. This recipe was a blast to make, but I definitely screwed up the top layer. However, I learned from it, coworkers still devoured ’em (great compliments, offers for swaps and ideas, too) and managed to not take a single picture (trust me, these blondies were some ugly ducklings).

But I gotta give ya some food porn, right? So here are some more biscotti I made. I veganized and fortified this Walnut and Raisin Biscotti recipe from Recipezaar, namely using flaxseed instead of eggs and substituting all-purpose flour for wheat. ... “Are they good?” ... “Damn good!” ... “Well, damn!”

As predicted here and reported by the DMN

2007-11-13T12:40:00.000-06:00

Armstrong out as GM of Dallas Stars
12:33 PM CST on Tuesday, November 13, 2007
From Staff Reports

The Dallas Stars on Tuesday fired general manager Doug Armstrong.

"As an owner I have to be responsible for one person in hockey operations and that is the general manager of the team," said owner Tom Hicks, who made the announcement. "I thought that the team needed a change in direction. I know that change can be healthy and it was my determination that this move needed to be made. I want the Dallas Stars to return to being one of the elite teams in the league."

Armstrong was in his sixth season as GM. His contract was set to expire at the conclusion of the 2010-11 season.

"Doug has been a great member of this organization for 17 years and has been a big part of the success we have had here in Dallas, starting under Bob Gainey and winning seven division titles, two Presidents’ Trophies, making two consecutive Stanley Cup Finals appearances and winning the Stanley Cup in 1999," Hicks said.

Hicks said that the team will announce interim positions to run the Stars' hockey operations department in the near future.

Of course, the team and the coach are still garbage, but one step at a time, eh.

The Legend of Don Alberto

2007-11-13T07:06:00.000-06:00

Now that I’ve expanded my kitchen skills, I can look back and laugh (and cringe) at some inadequate meals I used to prepare. I never went the Ramen route, but I had a roommate who ate nothing but those nast-E noodles, tuna and muscle-building supplement shakes (mmm, mmm, vomit). Follow me, if you will, in remembering a few truly atrocious college staples:

Totino's “Party” Pizza: Yep, the same five for $5 pies that were recalled a couple of weeks ago).

Big-ass plate of corn: As an entree, not a side, and never cream corn.

Macaroni and cheese: Of course! The good folks who formulated Easy Mac made the Jester Dorm years a little bit sweeter.

It’s safe to say I — like most male college students — was afraid of cooking. Cheap and easy was the way to go. The king recipe for me and a select few was Donnie A’s. For those who didn’t hang out at College Park — The Landings, Phase 1, Apt. 933 from 1999-00, here are the ingredients: flour tortillas (only Riverside Albertson’s “authentic” Don Alberto’s brand would do) and slices of American cheese (preferably Kraft). That’s it. Roll ’em up, throw ‘em in the microwave for 20 seconds and bon appétit,.

I really have a soft spot for this “meal.” It reminds me of some damn good times. In a hurry and with a few improvements and the benefit of my favorite kitchen appliance — my invaluable toaster oven — I recently resurrected Donnie A’s. I have made the ol’ A’s a few times in Waco but spruced ’em up a bit (better cheese, H-E-B's fresh corn tortillas, salsa, spinach, black beans, mushrooms, whatever leftovers I have that work), and I gotta tell ya, Donnie A’s are back, and they’re not half bad. The best part: I didn’t sacrifice the spirit of the Donnie A’s — it’s still easy, fast and cheap. Viva, Donnie A!

Go, Joe! A real Vegetarian hero

2007-11-12T07:30:00.000-06:00

Sunday was a nice slow, peaceful day. I ran a few miles, made some more biscotti (you’ll just have to wait) and whipped out a phenomenal dish from the Post Punk Kitchen — Snobby Joes.

It’s your basic Sloppy Joe recipe, but meat-free (lentils provide the protein). I think I would have preferred mixing the lentils with a bit of tofu or faux meat crumbles for texture’s sake. Still, these Joes are simple to make and have a taste that’s worthy of the “I’m better than you are” moniker.

Some words, some reasons | 11.11.07

2007-11-11T11:59:00.000-06:00

1. INTEGRITY: There are things (people and businesses) that have recently proven they have it, have compromised it or flat out lack it. I’m equally proud, forgiving and disappointed.

2. EMBARRASSMENT: Epitomized by the Dallas Stars (Yeah, I’m talking hockey. Humor me. I’ll spare you from pro cycling rants). Up 4-0 against the L.A. Kings with eight minutes to go in the third period, Turco lets in six goals on seven shots and the team loses 6-5. Thank God I don’t own a TV. I would have busted it if I saw this game. Coach Tippett and GM Armstrong will be out on the street by the All-Star break. Of course, Dallasites don’t give a damn cause the 'Boys are back to winning games. But I care, and I say bring back the Waco Wizards!

3. CONTRIBUTE: Got a word? What’s on your mind? Follow the format. Serious, ridiculous, amusing, sad, whatever. Comment to your heart’s content

Oi! Keep your fingers out of my soup!

2007-11-10T09:21:00.000-06:00

Experts called for cooler temps this week in Waco, but that really hasn’t happened. We’re still hitting the 80s in November, which is ... well, great actually. No matter, it is my plan to indulge in a variety of warming, hearty soups right now, even if I have to turn on a fan.

First up: another VWAV (Vegan with a Vengeance) recipe — Potato and Asparagus. Garlic and onion beat the bland out of this humble soup. I threw in carrots for good measure and now I’ve got a fat pot of green-orange greatness filling my fridge.

So weather forecasters be damned! The bowls and ladle are out and I’ve got a big stack of crackers.

Biscotti

2007-11-09T00:15:00.000-06:00

I have weened myself off my fair share of vices in the past five years, which, I suppose, is a good thing. Damn admirable, right? Sure! Thank you. But I still have some habits that will die hard or I will hold onto until Dec. 12, 2012. Chief among them is coffee. It’s a chicken-or-the-egg, damned-if-ya do ... catch 22 ... something or other situation: If I drink fewer cups I’ll sleep more ... I don’t sleep, so I gotta caffeinate to function. Whooo! What a fun treadmill!

Anyway, coffee’s wonderful. And coming up with complementary treats is even better. I leafed through some biscotti recipes but never got around to them ... until Wednesday night. I had the good fortune of getting to try my hand at Ginger and Almond varieties of biscotti while in Austin. And, better yet, I got to take some home with me. Thanks, Sash.

These puppies are pretty easy to make, so expect more variations in the future.

Good enough for me and the Polyphonic Spree

2007-11-08T10:32:00.000-06:00

Wow, what an amazing Wednesday. I think only having one day off this weekend really made me appreciate yesterday even more than my usual “Saturday.”

Lemme just say you are missing out if you’re in Waco and you’re not eating at World Cup Cafe. I can’t sing the praises of this place enough. Again, the Lentil Burger will change your life. Actually, no, it won’t. But it is damn tasty.

Not content with eating in one city in one day, I hit I-35 for Austin on Wednesday. I had an amazing dinner at Enoteca on South Congress (SoCo is whiskey, folks.) The night’s selections follow: Fried Rissotto, Walnut Spinach Salad, Quattro Formaggi Pizza, Peroni, Cafe Mocha and finally Chocolate Mousse. It was all fantastic. And the biscotti lesson ... you’ll have to wait for that.

Finally, I got to Emo’s. The crowd was good, and so were the bands. I intentionally skipped The Redwalls (I didn’t miss much). Rooney was better than I expected, even if they’re just a “Blue-Album Weezer” soundalike. As usual, The Polyphonic Spree was nothing short of amazing. The highlight of the band’s shows usually is a cover of “In Bloom.” It was good (still, such an odd sing-a-long), but the cover of “Live and Let Die” was unbelievable. That song belongs to the Spree. Sorry, Paul and Axl.

I could go on and on, but I’m exhausted, and I gotta get to my soup ...

Pumpkin in Drublic

2007-11-06T13:03:00.000-06:00

As far as months go, November usually is great. No complaints so far this year. The dip in the weather, the clothes you dig out from storage and, of course, the food — what a terrific time of year.

I just baked this delicious batch of Pumpkin Pie Brownies for a coworker’s sorta baby shower/celebration at the Trib today. I found the recipe on the Post Punk Kitchen blog and knew it would be a perfect early November Trib treat.

I didn’t follow the recipe exactly, but it turned out great. I love Isa’s presentation (more of a pie look), but I mixed the layers together and called it a day.

I also learned a valuable lesson about baking and talking on the phone. Never, and I mean fornever, never (that means you, Andre 3000) tell the person on the other line that you’re making something that tastes awesome unless you can either share said delightful dish or provide a comparable bit of tastiness at a later date. Duly noted and lesson learned, Sash.

Saturday and Sunday

2007-11-05T09:51:00.000-06:00

I had a great weekend. My dad was in town. Of course, I had to work, but it wasn't a problem, even with all the homecoming craziness going on in and around Baylor. We managed to eat at some of the better spots in the city (World Cup Cafe: try Kathy Wise's Lentil Burger; Food for Thought: Mucho Burrito!) and avoid crowds (except at The Olive Branch).
Sunday started with some killer Oatmeal-Raisin-Banana waffles I made the day before (even better a day after freezing then toasting them, just as "Vegan with a Vengeance" promised). Sunday ended with Church Under the Bridge (Photo by Matt Lester), which I hadn't attended in awhile, then it was off to work.

Sorry, I don't have any pics of the aforementioned waffles — they came and went quickly. But don't fret: my next cooking kick will start this week, and it will involve lots of pumpkin (brownies and waffles) and soup(s).

Anyway, it was a great weekend. and I'm looking forward to this week: Polyphonic Spree and Rooney on Wednesday in Austin. I also need to start planning Thanksgiving (I'll have three days to enjoy this year). I've got a lot to be thankful for ...

Demasiado?

2007-11-01T22:02:00.001-05:00

These puppies — Chocolate Chocolate Chip w/ Walnuts — sure weren’t much to look at, but they went fast. I didn’t realize when I made ’em how similar they are to a classic cookie from Braums. Now I’m craving the original, which probably means a trip to Hillsboro in the near future (outlet land here I come).

Next time I prepare these cookies I’ll place the chocolate chips and the walnuts on the dough once the cookies are on the baking sheet (instead of mixing them into the batter). Or, I’ll try another recipe variation — cherries!

I only care about one pepper and it sure as hell ain't Dr

2007-11-01T14:00:00.000-05:00

Stuffed peppers was one of my faves growing up, especially once I learned to appreciate the pepper as part of the meal, not just a container and when I learned to practice some restraint with the ketchup. In honor of this old-school comfort food, I even served it on “retro” plates (I’ve dined on the plates for about 20 years).

Now this was arguably a whole lot of effort for lunch (about 90 minutes all told), but the dish turned out great and I certainly have no aversion to leftovers.

Speaking of leftovers, I have rekindled love affairs with a couple of old flames — Goodwill and the Salvation Army. I have spent about half of my weekend hitting up all the locations in town (just gobs of free time when I can’t cycle). I scored some nice utensils and mixing gear and managed to talk myself out of a waffle iron — three times (either too small or not Belgian). Yes, I was that picky when it came to $4.

I did find a great alternative purchase — some moccasin slippers for $6 ($24 discount on old stock @ Belks — a strange breed of Kohl’s/Mervyn’s that I just stumbled upon today). Good day, good weekend and “gooder” wrist.

DUCK SEASON! RABBIT SEASON! NO DUCK SEASON!

2007-10-30T13:51:00.000-05:00

If you’ve been looking for the ugliest duck in the world, your search stops today, my friend. Waco is the proud home of Muscovy ducks. Damn they’re jacked up.

Actually, I thought they were hideous when I saw them from afar a few days ago (turkey features, mishmash coloring). But today I hung out up close with three ducks I’ve seen along the Brazos River, and they’re kinda cute in an affront to God sorta way. See these here duckies are mules (they hook up with others species and spawn some sterile offspring). So you can’t hate too much on ’em I s’ppose.

So yeah, me and the Muscovies are cool — definitely not like these arrogant, conventional MFers (“we’re pretty and can reproduce”). Pricks.

CORNBREAD!

2007-10-29T08:45:00.000-05:00

Ah yeah! It’s coldish outside, so the oven is a busier place in my house. I spent last weekend making a batch o’ cornbread. There’s no need for honey when you use maple syrup, but I can’t fault ya if you wanna indulge with the sweetness.

Coupled with a quick vegan chili recipe, I quickly polished off this meal last weekend ... too quick in fact — I didn’t even think to take pics of the chili. Morningstar Farms’ recipe couldn’t be simpler. As much as I’d love to let a pot of chili bubble all-damn day, I just don’t have the time for that. Anyway, the faux-meat crumbles are excellent. I plan on using them in a stuffed bell pepper experiment later this week, so look for that.

Patterns

2007-10-27T05:42:00.000-05:00

5 a.m.: It's early in the morning in most people's world, especially on this conventional Saturday (for those not up on my schedule, my "Saturday" is Wednesday). I, however, couldn't be happier about rising at this hour because I actually slept in today. Last night/this morning was the first time in about four months that I slept totally undisturbed — no two hours here, wake up, another hour down, then another hour or two up, then another two or three hours down. Nope. Last night was amazing — something most people take for granted. Not me.

That pattern of awake-asleep-awake describes what I had come to consider a good day. I'm fortunate that I managed to keep my sanity and function fairly well during that spell of insomnia (without booze, pills or konkin' myself on my skull, mind you). I can only hope that my good fortune continues. God knows I'm hopeful — probably still tired, too — but definitely hopeful. I have to be. More than anything, I really hope this is the beginning of a new pattern.

Platano

2007-10-25T22:37:00.000-05:00

So I gave a new recipe for banana bread a whirl today. It didn't turn out so great. Vegan cooking is not an exact science, especially for me. So I ended up with bread that smelled incredible! I can hope the scent lingers in my home for another day. ... Ahem, but the crust was dry and hard and the meat was undercooked in places. I took special care to not overmix the ingredients, but I fear I did just that.

Oh well. Live and learn. At least it was a fat free recipe. Next time will be better.

Convenience

2007-10-24T15:49:00.000-05:00

It just doesn't make sense — the bag for vegetables that shoppers "use" for 30 minutes to shuttle apples from the produce section to their carts to the check out into another plastic bag(s) to their cars to their refrigerators.

It's the small things that have made us habitual, unquestioning beings. This is really a shame.

It's an "Automatic for the People" world. We do so much without thinking. Our convenience has an effect, and a little bit of inconvenience every day will do us all some good. I'm already making small choices and decisions that matter. It feels good to think and inconvenience myself a bit ... and I'm going to do more of it.