Sad

It just occurred to me that, with the untimely demise of 'Pints, the internet has a great, gaping void where there used to be Lesbian Gorilla Blogging.

I must remedy this. I just hope Bitter stills cares.

I finally found it!

THE GREATEST VOICE IN HISTORY DELIVERING THE GREATEST MOVIE LINE IN HISTORY!

Roscoe, you are so good.

"Forgive me for the men I have killed in anger, and those I am about to."

Back

From a whirlwind trip upcountry. Daughter Number Two needed to move out of her current apartment this weekend, though she can't move into her new one for a few weeks. So I boogied upcountry to retrieve the family pick-em-up truck from the ranch. Spent part of the day there bumming around, looking for coyotes, and plinking with the .45 and the 9mm and a .22.

Spent today packing boxes and cleaning and such at DNT's apartment, and packed her furniture into the truck and boxes into her mother's car to store at home for the duration. But that's not interesting. What is interesting is something I found at the ranch.

While there, I peered more deeply than I had before into one of my Mom's furniture items (not exactly a cabinet, more of an end table with storage space). Found a stack of old vinyl albums. A lot of Country/Western, of course. Also some Christmas albums and some of patriotic songs, even a couple of Broadway shows (Fiddler being one). All not unexpected.

Then I happened across a Fifth Dimension album. Now my Mom graduated high school in the early 1950s, and so was very familiar with the early rock 'n' roll. At one time, we even had "Rock Around the Clock" on a 45, though I don't know what happened to that particular record. But the Fifth Dimension were of a subsequent generation, though they have a lovely sound which appeals to many generations. A bit surprising, but I thought, could be. She liked Peter, Paul, and Mary and had one of their CDs. Heck, my Dad, and old school C/W nut, actually liked what he heard of Loggins and Messina.

Then I happened on the REALLY surprising one. An album of Junior Walker and the All-Stars. That is DEFINITELY not Mom's style (but I'd be VERY pleasantly surprised if it was). Most likely scenario that I can figure is that back in the 1980s or maybe early 1990s, my Mom bought a stereo system with a turntable that could transfer vinyl to cassette tapes. She was going to copy a bunch for my Auntie, and the only thing I can guess is that the stacks o' wax that Auntie gave her to copy included my cousin's albums.

That's really the only likely scenario, although I would love to learn that Mom was a fan of Junior Walker.

Sooo...

That attempt at Canadian Bacon. Not bad.

I started with a loin from a wild sow I took late last year, been in the freezer. I looked up a recipe for making the bacon and adapted it to a somewhat smaller scale. All things considered, not bad.

Those things considered?

Well, for starters, I thought of this on a whim and couldn't find nitrite (or "pink") salt at my local Safeway, so I did without. Next time I'll try to locate some in advance. For this attempt, just made do with the basic salt and sugar, plus some Montreal Steak Seasoning.

Second, I didn't try to smoke it after curing. I cheated and dumped some liquid smoke into the brine.

This evening I pulled the smaller piece out of the brine and fried some up. The recipe said to brine it for two days and it's been that. Just for kicks, though, I think I'll leave the rest in the brine for another day.

And in regard to...

Facebook. In addition to classmates from HS and college, I happened upon a Jr. High and HS teacher. How cool is that?

Well, this should be interesting

I just today started brining my first ever attempt at making Canadian bacon. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Um, wow

Shades of stream of consciousness and beer and stuff.

So I went on my normal bike ride earlier. Gotta do that cardio crap at least once in a while. I took along a CD, of course, continuing to listen to this once again. Not ten minutes down the road, the batteries crapped out. I really need to learn to carry spare batteries.

Anyway, I spent the rest of my ride rehashing music in my head. Some old time country. Some old time rock and roll. Lots of classics worth youtubing tonight. I've posted most of them before. But while searching on youtube this evening for stuff, I came across this. It's from the 50s, I think, can't be certain. It's Marty Robbins singing one of his well known songs. But what struck me about the video is the backup singers. They seem to have looks on their faces along the lines of "Man, I can do this stuff, how come I'm not the star?"

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but here's Marty with "Devil Woman":



UPDATE> I should have quit when I was ahead. I just found this sad song: