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Your Humble Ruler, Rajah Cheech Beldone, King of the Gypsies.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Whew, Raj 1, Karma 0

Don't fucking get me wrong.
I got numerous friends and family who have produced male-style progenicalistical offspringuage.
Some of them are even you.
And they're pretty much all, for the most part, lovely young fellas with whom it's a pleasure to maintain lifelong relationships of varying degrees of avunculatude.

Still.
I don't got much, but I offer it up DAILY to the Creator in deepest most heartfelt thanks that I got a Ranette at home rather than a Pravira.

Because, you see, the thing is, if it WERE a man-kid, it would, it follows, be MY man-kid, and I'd know WAY TOO fucking much about what was going on inside his devious freckled conspiratorial duplicitous little cola nut-shaped noggin to EVER be able to relax, even for a fucking minute.

Example, right about now, I know I'd be just starting to randomly uncover ingeniously hidden dirty books (wait, do they even HAVE dirty books anymore??) all over the Palace, the provenance of which would be pretty simple to ascertain.

Instead, I come in and what do I catch The Ranette reading???


Dodged the fuck out of THAT fuckin bullet, any fuckin ways.

Oh yeah, and

Raj

A letter home

Pr Smith S.A., M6O387
6th L.A.A. Reg’t. R.C.A

Germany
March 12/45
My Darlings,

Received your very nice letter today and was I ever glad to get it had begun to think you had a new boyfriend as it is just about a month since your last one so please don’t be that long in writing again. It sure is a killer to get in the mail lineup every day for a month and no letter it sure takes the heart out of the best of us.



Have managed to get quite a few letters in that time, but there (sic) not the same as your’s (sic). Was glad to hear you liked the gloves and they fit the kids alright and also can’t tell you how relieved I was to hear that Sharon is OK again. It will sure be nice to see that daughter of ours as it is pretty hard to picture just what she is like, hope by now Stanley has got his teeth back in again or he will have to be getting store teeth. I haven’t thought out yet just what I will do if I ever get back but don’t suppose there will be to (sic) much of a choice. However that idea of you and a fireside sure appeals to me, you will be busy if I let you out of my sight, boy what I would do to a nice house with a fireside about now. Sorry to hear there isn’t much hope for your Grandma, suppose she would be better off if she is suffering much. I am supposed to take a trades test for a driver mechanic pretty soon so if I pass that will get another two bits a day so will be able to sign over some more. I will send some money one of these days and get you to buy me a pen as mine has given up the struggle which makes it kind of bad for writing.

 

Well honey I sure hope we are getting this completed over here and aren't to (sic) long getting home after it is over, have given up hopes of that English leave so will just concentrate on that getting home. I sure laughed at you wondering if that kid brought her mother story you would have to see her to appreciate my laughter, had many teeth missing and built a lot like a hay stack so altogether not quite a dashing figure. I forgot to mention Peterson is now a Lance Bombardier so will probably be a General any time now. I still have a better moustache all though it is off color. Well my sweet will have to close for now and please write often. I love you more than ever and sure feel bad without your letters.

All my love to you and the kids,

Nig.

(ps) Tell Sonny I sent that foreign money so he should feel pretty rich


My Grandpa Nig and Grandma immediately on his disembarking from the train that brought him home from Europe.
This picture was the frontpage spread in that day's paper.



Raj

Thursday, December 29, 2011

The OTHER Stew

OK, well the Krautmaster General wants me to tell him the recipe, but I don't really HAVE a recipe, but I'll tell you what I did and how it worked and what I'd do different next time.


North Carolina Chicken Stew w/ Cornmeal Dumplings

(NOTE: there are certain ingredients here that may, unfortunately, require visiting a specialty/import store, depending on your location; some things just can't be substituted)
(NOTE: this setup doesn't really incorporate any vegetables, and no potatoes. There's one place where you can huck in some veggies as long as they're diced and will cook quicky. Carrots, chopped green beans, peas [if you don't fucking live in Taiwan], corn, all are OK. but actually it's fine without.)

I got 2 stewing hens from the Day Market, the kind they call "dirt chicken" here.
They're pretty small, about 1/2 the size of a normal fryer.
I threw them in a pot, head, feet, and all.

You know, old school.

Anyways, cover the chickens with water and set to boil.
In this case, that took about 2 1/2 hours, and I had to top the water off a couple times to keep them covered.
Timing here can be tricky, if they're not cooked enough, you'll have a bastard of a time getting them off the bones, BUT if you overcook, you lose a lot of flavour and tenderness.
Watch your ass (more on this later).
This next part is where things get pretty labour intensive.
When the chicken is tender, take them out and (if applicable) cut off the head, feet, wingtips, and arseholes


(Give them to he fucking iguana


to eat, or if you're farm raised, set them aside to munch on with seasoned salt mayonnaise and a brewski while you watch Escape From New York).


Separate all the meat from the bones and denude the fowl of all skin (mostly, there were a couple spots where it was too fussy so I left it on).
(At this stage I realized I had WAY too much fucking soup in there, so I skimmed off about a third, we'll discuss this later)
Cut/tear all the meat into bite-sized pieces and throw back into the pot.
Add like a medium sized onion, chopped, and 7 or 8 cloves of garlic, also chopped.
Coarse is fine.
If Gordon Fucking Ramsey shows up and criticizes your technique


you know, as always, give him a fucking boot in the goolies and shove him under a 266 to Bei Tou.

Bring back to a boil and then simmer until it starts to thicken.
Depending on your taste, you may want to thicken it up to be more "stew-like".
I took about a half cup of flour in a bowl and added milk until I got a thick roux going. You got to mix the fuck right out of it, make sure there's no lumps (heating the milk can help with this, although I couldn't be arsed). Once you have a nice smooth consistency, increase the heat under the pot until you got a nice rolling boil going.
Stir in the thickening


(Highlander 5: The Thickening, sorry, I just piss down both legs laughing every time I see this picture, nice fucking earring there, Sir Seannery...)

Really stir it in good or it'll lump the fuck up, and nobody wants that.
If you like it soupy, just leave it.
Now, you can go with Plan A or Plan B.

Plan A (what I did)
Once the stew was fairly consolidated, I turned off the heat and covered it. When it was cool, I stuck it in the fridge. The next day I took it out and reheated it (slowly!), and then seasoned to taste, as follows.
Plan B
Once it starts to get less soupy, reduce heat and season to taste, as follows.

OK, bear with me, I don't have clue fucking 1 about amounts here, but you want it to taste the way you like any fucking way.
The stuff you'll want to use to season will be:
Salt
Pepper (I use a combination of coarsely pre-ground black pepper and red/green/black peppercorns hand ground)
Sugar (I'm not kidding)
Parsley
Oregano
Dill
Sage
In roughly descending order of amount.
First off, I had to salt the fucksteaks out of this stuff.


You know, I have a really seriously low tolerance to salt, and by the end, I'm pretty sure I'd added like 3 or even 4 fucking tablespoons.
Whatever you do, do it gradually, for the love of fuck.
You can always add more, taking it out can be tough.
I probably seasoned this stuff 5 separate times, with good solid stirring and simmering between each before I was satisfied.
Tasting continually all the way, of course (did I REALLY need to say that???).
It's OK, because the long time really brings a depth and fullness to the flavour, you'll be glad you took the time.

OK, when you think you're about where you want to be with the taste, throw in any vegetables you fancy, as mentioned. I tossed in a can of (drained) kernel corn, since my fuckin kid is on a no-carrot rampage currently. Stir them in and keep a reasonable simmer going.

Now you should do the dumplings. Now there's a timing issue here, you don't want to be waiting to serve once the dumplings are done, so don't start this stage unless you're going to be ready to eat in 30 to 40 minutes.
Dumplings, well.
I remember me Great Grandma (mother of the Drunken Inattentive Grandma, not the Evil Satanic Abusive Grandma) made stew and dumplings when I was a kid, she'd run a boarding house for years and could cook you fucking dizzy.
I recall her dumplings as being these massive spheroids of dense compacted spongy breadyness about the size of your fuckin head.
Not bad, but a pretty serious carbo loading.
Also they were straight white flour ones.
Over at The Palace, with the Ranee being your basic Asiatical and the Ranette a bastardised miscegination of same, there isn't much tolerance for huge honking softballs of pure starchohydration, so I wanted to go easy.
Cornmeal dumplings are much tastier, less oppressive, fucking yellow for jumping the fuck out loud, and just plain fucking awesomely good.


I did use this recipe:

Cornmeal Dumplings
  • 1/2 Cup Cornmeal
  • 1/2 Cup Flour
  • 1 Teaspoon Baking Powder
  • 1/4 Teaspoon Salt
  • 1/2 Cup Milk
  • 2 1/2 Tablespoons Butter
Combine cornmeal, flour, salt, and baking powder. Cut in butter with pastry blender or a fork until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add milk and stir. Drop onto hot stew.

Cutting that butter in can be a bit of a bitch, but cowboy the fuck up already.
One thing different I did, because, you know, I fucking CAN, is I tossed a fistful of grated cheese into the dumpling dough after it was mixed.
Once you got a good mix, get the bowl close to the pot of bubbling stew, and drop in heaping tablespoonfuls until the batter is gone.
They'll sink below the surface at first, don't worry about it. Cover the pot and DON'T fucking open it for ten minutes.
This means, of course, that the heat has to be adjusted high enough to keep the simmer going, but low enough to not stick. Once you figure that out, you can probably go work for fucking NASA.
After 10 minutes, uncover, and the dumplings should have magically expanded to at least twice their size and be floating on top of the stew.
Fucking hydrothermal dynamics is your fuckin pal, yeah?


Only, you  know, wetter

Another 10 minutes, uncovered, and it should be chow time, hogs. Now don't fuck with the dumplings TOO much, but you can certainly baste them in a bit of the gravy, this flavours them up a wee bit more.
Spoon into bowls with one or two dumplings per.
Magic, Jimmy.

We had this Chrimbo night (I went with Plan A and did most of the work Saturday because we had tickets to a piano recital on the Day, fucking blind-ass boring that was, so when we got home at like 5:30 there was a minimum of effort required), it was still pretty cold and wet out, we had it with a nice green salad on the side, and both wimminz had seconds plus.
After the three of us'd had our fill there was one full bowl left.


WHAT I WOULD DO DIFFERENT

OK, to start, using the 2 whole chickens was a pretty serious pain in the ass:
  • structurally they took up a fuckTON of pot space, needing a shitload of water to boil in, resulting in me having WAY too much liquid, in fact more than a third of it is in a bag in the freezer as we speak; but even after drawing off a lot, I still had a motherfucker of a time getting the stew thick
  • boning and skinning them was brutal and complicated, and
  • it took for fuckin ever for them to cook
Instead, next time I'd just grab a bunch of whole chicken legs (thigh and drumstick attached)


say about 5 or 6, I reckon. They'll take up considerably less pot space, will cook a lot faster, are a (relative) snap to bone and skin, and require much less water to cook in. I think the meat is better tasting and stays tender longer too.

Adding the cheese to the dumplings kind of cut both ways.
They tasted fucking great, but they didn't really hold together too well, even after they were cooked.
I reckon next time, if I wanted to add cheese (Hmmmm...CHEESE!!!), I'd cut the butter in half, I figure there was too much oil going on for the dumplings to set up right.

Honestly, you could do pretty much any fucking thing you wanted with this and it'd turn out OK.
It's a pretty traditional cold weather yum yum in the Carolinas, so we didn't fuck around with any Asian or otherwise inauthentic ingredients, but, you know, go nuts.
Oh yeah, most recipes call for a big old blob of butter to be hucked in and mixed up before serving, but I can't really deal with that much animal fat anymore, I just wake up the next morning with gout.
Other popular serving conventions include adding a big whack of Tabasco or other hot sauce during cooking, but, as we've discussed before, when you have kids you stop eating "de pep-ah"


as George from the Kingston Soul Kitchen

would say.

Also (when no dumplings are made), folks apparently like to eat this with saltines (that sounds kind of fucked to me) or grilled cheese sandwiches.
That last one's kind of odd, but I guess I could see it.

So there you go, now go fucking make it for someone you love.

Raj

Improving your life

I'm telling you, walking around in a SOA T shirt

is like listening to the old Acca Dacca

whilst driving around on your bike.

The girls just smile at you a lot more.

SPEAKING of instantly improving one's current quality of existence like a billion and a half fold...



Don't fret if you can't sing along with Joe's mutant Castillian, but do try to jump in on the "Oo-la!" and "Split!" bits, won't you?


Raj




Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Hard as you want

Parallel universe going on here or some fucking thing...

Holy crap.
I went out this morning to come to work, and I actually had to go diggin in me fuckin bag to find these fucking things

I knew I had them in there some fucking place.
I still can't remember what they're called.

No shit, and not a fucking word of a fucking lie here, about 4 times on the way in I thought I'd taken a wrong turn



because all the landmarks looked different when not seen through a driving fucking torrential rain.
We can all relax, rain again tomorrow.

Raj



Spark 'em, bro!!

Alrighty then.
Now the last thing we try to do here is tell you how to live your life, especially where spiritual matters are concerned.
You know, as long as you ain't, you know, punching homeless folks to the ground, or repo-ing single-parent families out in the snow...

Or using an iPad.

I couldn't give a monkey's what constitutes a demonstration of faith around your house.
Wanna kneel on gravel whuppin yourself with stinging nettles while someone pulls out your nose hairs (OW!!!)?


Paint your girlfriend blue and run around her in a circle singing Surfer Bird at the stroke of midnight?

Like they ever look like this, riiiiight....


Go nuts.

Only thing I'd like to say is, I sincerely hope you were all able, in some measure, to spend these holidays in the loving presence of someone (or, ideally, EVERYone) near and dear to your heart.

Brought to you for EIGHT
CRAZY
NIGHTS
by Raj and the Ranette
I know I did.

Happy Wackenfest, babies.
And now back to work.

Raj