My little Meyer lemon tree shedding water this morning under gray skies.
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I realize I was being kind of cryptic by putting “easy” and “bunch of trouble” in the same sentence, but use some common sense. Creating the base ingredients is easy, indeed. The assembly of 3 or 4 dozen at one swipe is a messy pain in the ass. Foward and onward.
A couple of things I forgot to mention:
As far as net weight of your raw pork roast, I generally shoot for about 2 pounds or so per one batch of dough I outlined in the video. You’re liable to have a bit left over, but that goes really good on a warm corn tortilla with some cheese, lettuce, and a dab of sour cream.
Ease the heat down to a medium simmer once you get the tamales loaded into your makeshift steamer. With three or four cups of water and a lid, you should not have to worry about adding any liquid at all. And they go in the steamer vertically, folded side towards the water.
And that’s all she wrote……..
Pedrosa managed the holeshot from 4th on the grid and immediately began to grind out some time on Stoner and Rossi. The opening laps stirred the crowd to a rumbling roar when Rossi passed Stoner in the corkscrew yet again to take 2nd position away from Stoner. Casey faded quite a bit and Jorge Lorenzo moved up to 3rd. Jorge ran Rossi down over the space of 3 or 4 laps and attached himself to Vale’s rear wheel for most of the race.
Sensing he was running out of time to attack Vale, Lorenzo ran wide after taking a deep, outbraking swipe at Rossi in Turn 11. The bobble allowed Rossi to finally shake him off down the front straight for some breathing room. Rossi served up a stunning challenge for Pedrosa at the waning moments, slowly reeling him in and taking a shot in Turn 11 on the final lap, but it didn’t pan out. Nicky rode a solid 5th despite being dropped by the leaders in the last 4 laps or so.
To the little Spaniard’s credit, Dani ran in first position start to finish, fended off an astonishing late race charge from Rossi, survived a last lap, last turn stuffing, and hung on to take the US GP at Laguna Seca victory. Stellar race.
A bit of video from the Repsol hospitality bleachers.
[flashvideo file=video/05ValeStonerCorkscrewPass.flv /]
My homie, Chet, is supposed to migrate over this way today. We’re supposed to put the one day thrash on my track dog today. It’s been laying in pieces in my garage for about three months now. There is a trackday I am supposed to coach on Monday and the only thing I can say about my cycle is the engine is still in the frame. I got inspired to perform some much needed preventive maintenance upon my track dog way back when. And I did get as far as completely disassembling the motorcycle. I seemed to have lost my follow through at some point, however. Trust me when I tell you, dear pinheads: upkeep of personal equipment is the last thing one wants to do after a 10 hour day of screwing around with someone else’s steaming piece of shit.
We’ll see how far I/we actually get.
In other news, the scumbag cop had a birthday get together the other night. Turns out some of his patrol mates claim him as friend. Who knew?
Police departments pay cops like janitors. You get what you pay for. And the way I see it? Most cops are power tripping social janitors, as best I can figure.
I was cleaning up some weeds in my garden when the jello shots came out. They were followed by really loud, super vulgar challenges to those that did not imbibe. I figured this might make for some interesting fodder and I always look for those opportunities to make the scumbag cop neighbor look like more of a scumbag. So I broke out a digital video camera and silently set up a tripod along the fence.
I don’t have to go into any detail over my scumbag cop neighbor for regular readers. I’ll frame it by saying that I don’t climb up to my roof naked and piss off it every night because civilized folk do not do that. It’s just adult common sense that should regulate about 90% of behavior in the world today.
Anyway, they got rolling really well about 11:00 pm and woke me up from a dead sleep. It pissed me off, especially after I had tried really hard to ignore their bullshit for the better part of the evening. I slipped out the side door and hit the remote on the camera.
There’s always the super loudmouth drunk, right? The super-loudmouth, “I’ve done everything you can possible mold into a story in a fashion far superior to your version and I’m going to tell you in a voice so loud and commanding that it will reflect what a super asshole I am and how much the hair dye has actually effected my thought processes” drunk. You know the guy. He was at this party in all his square jawed, DEVO plastic hair, ex-military, finger pointing glory. And as best as I can figure, he was in some position of authority over the rest of this gaggle of goons.
So, in the interest of cop/community relations nationwide, I figured I’d record this dickwad’s extra loud, extra drunk, extra late at night performance for posterity. I felt it my civic responsibility and the very least I could do.
I must admit, the super-loudmouth watch commander’s drunken overtures for group anal sex and spot analysis of why another patrolman’s girlfriend did not, but should, if the opportunity should avail itself, enjoy anal sex (at operatic volume levels) were riveting. Just riveting.
Guess I’ll burn a few DVD’s and sling ’em around town for funsies.
More later from your pal, Andy.
More later from your pal, bitterman
I would apologize for the preponderance of moving pictures but words, especially as they relate to blogging, seem dross as of late. Any bush leaguer with a dictionary, a tincture-laced muse, and a few head of brown shirted habituĂ© can profess knowledge of the language and organize thought. It’s become boring. Downright laughable, in fact.
Video lends itself much more to my current attitudes about blogging and bloggers in general. Push a button and upload a link and presto; here is a visual with movement and color that describes any number of my recent situations.
Plus it gives me the opportunity to flaunt what an prodigal life I live as compared to most of you vacuous, alcohol-addled couch jockeys. Then I sit back in my $1200.00 Ergomaster 5000 and bask deeply in my own grandeur. Often.
I am, in a word, fantastic.
Perhaps I will come back with a reflective or creative anecdote at some point, but don’t hold your breath. I have a track day at Laguna Seca on December 1 and a fistfull of SD chips and the will to edit right into the Spring.
More later from your pal, bitterman.
Take a ride with EBoz, won’t you?
Motorsports HERO WIDE testing with Yamaha Factory Racing from GoPro on Vimeo.
I currently have one of these cameras in my possession. Prepare for an onslaught of ridiculous, egotistical video.
More later from your pal, bitterman.
And I experiment with a Quicktime embed plugin. You’ll have to download the ActiveX control or Quicktime to view the player.
[qt:/video/jetski.mov 480 370]
More later from your pal, bitterman.
My friend and fellow native Corinthian, Jake Laughlin, has cleaved off a bit of exclusive internet content for his own.
With little fanfare and a lot of work, he and a business partner have officially opened All Yall TV. Based in Atlanta, it’s a regional spin on the You Tube concept, catering to all things Southern. Be it Southern food, politics, religion, or history, your self-developed video content is more than welcome.
I am already drawing up plans to contribute my breadth of knowledge on being Southern and living on the West Coast. I invite all my readers to do the same.
More later from your pal, bitterman.