Endings, and Beginnings
Sitting here, noshing breakfast. Forget Wheaties, Mincemeat pie is the way to go. Got maybe 10% of what I'd planned to do this break, accomplished. On the other hand, I did get rested up, and upgraded my computer's OS, twice -- once from 8.x to 11.x, and then from 11.x to 10.x. Home Depot today, to get some lumber for the Canvas Front Porch in prep for Frostburn.
We had a bit of drama, New Year's Eve. Our usual dinner is Beef Fondue. I had the sirloin cut up, sauces made, and peanut oil in the fondue pot. I plopped it on the burner, with candy / deep fry thermometer to monitor. Problem was, there was a delay... Wound up smoking the house, scorching A's fondue pot, and blowing up the thermometer. This led to me going to two Asian markets in quest of peanut oil (actually found it in the Gaijin section of the second store) at 2000 on New Year's Eve. Took the big wok and the propane burner out in the back yard, and cooked all the beef at once. Then, brought it back up in a stainless bowl and put in the toaster oven to keep warm until damage control was complete and we could eat. Let's hear it, for Plan B.
Yesterday, got a bit more done. Made chili, again using the wok in the back yard to brown the meat. Went shopping for cooking thermometers. Bed, Bath, & Beyond had a fancy one that looks like it belongs in a lab. On the off chance that A wouldn't like that one, I also picked up an old-school one, across the street at Giant. She wanted that one, so the lab thermometer is mine.
I did spend some time last evening, looking around for downloadable MP3s of medieval and Ren dance tunes. I'm thinking dance practice, somewhere, this spring.
I've got a coworker who's been wanting to go shooting for ages. Her New Year's Eve sucked worse than mine (at least my drama was self-inflicted), and Blue Ridge Arsenal was open 1100-1900. The result was a somewhat happier coworker, after the Zen of shooting worked its magic. Warmed up on the Mark II, then shot a bit with both revolvers. Then, on to Makarov, CZ82, and Walther. We finished up with the 1911. She REALLY likes the 1911. Of course, living in Maryland, she has to deal with their gun-suckage if she wants to buy one. At least she's a half-mile east of the DC line... Anyway, I generally don't get a first-timer who wants to go through 8 mags of .45ACP on the initial outing. I do believe I've got a convert to the Gospel of John (Moses Browning).
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We had a bit of drama, New Year's Eve. Our usual dinner is Beef Fondue. I had the sirloin cut up, sauces made, and peanut oil in the fondue pot. I plopped it on the burner, with candy / deep fry thermometer to monitor. Problem was, there was a delay... Wound up smoking the house, scorching A's fondue pot, and blowing up the thermometer. This led to me going to two Asian markets in quest of peanut oil (actually found it in the Gaijin section of the second store) at 2000 on New Year's Eve. Took the big wok and the propane burner out in the back yard, and cooked all the beef at once. Then, brought it back up in a stainless bowl and put in the toaster oven to keep warm until damage control was complete and we could eat. Let's hear it, for Plan B.
Yesterday, got a bit more done. Made chili, again using the wok in the back yard to brown the meat. Went shopping for cooking thermometers. Bed, Bath, & Beyond had a fancy one that looks like it belongs in a lab. On the off chance that A wouldn't like that one, I also picked up an old-school one, across the street at Giant. She wanted that one, so the lab thermometer is mine.
I did spend some time last evening, looking around for downloadable MP3s of medieval and Ren dance tunes. I'm thinking dance practice, somewhere, this spring.
I've got a coworker who's been wanting to go shooting for ages. Her New Year's Eve sucked worse than mine (at least my drama was self-inflicted), and Blue Ridge Arsenal was open 1100-1900. The result was a somewhat happier coworker, after the Zen of shooting worked its magic. Warmed up on the Mark II, then shot a bit with both revolvers. Then, on to Makarov, CZ82, and Walther. We finished up with the 1911. She REALLY likes the 1911. Of course, living in Maryland, she has to deal with their gun-suckage if she wants to buy one. At least she's a half-mile east of the DC line... Anyway, I generally don't get a first-timer who wants to go through 8 mags of .45ACP on the initial outing. I do believe I've got a convert to the Gospel of John (Moses Browning).
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