Sunday, October 25, 2015

On Anniversaries

“I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams.”
— The Doctor, Season 6, Episode 6



CHAPTER 41 – A Wedding (From The Book of Barkley by LB Johnson)

The house was decorated for the reception, a few friends and family gathered.  The dining room held a cake that had on it, not a bride and groom, but a time traveling machine known as the Tardis and a Dr. Who and Amy figure from the BBC Sci -Fi series, Dr. Who.  It is a non-conventional cake topper for a family that will be anything but conventional.
I missed having Barkley here, but the combination of “look! people!" black dog hair and white dresses, and a table full of “treats!” was a viral YouTube video waiting to happen, one I did not want to see.  But we were only going to spend our wedding night at a romantic Bed and Breakfast.  Then we would swing by the Doggie Day Camp, where Barkley would remain tonight and pick up the rest of our family, for what’s a honeymoon without a little dog hair.

One in my bridal party is in a kilt, and I smile, this being a day of many surprises.  I am in a Renaissance style wedding dress, MC is Maid Marion of Honor and Mr. B is the best man. The minister is a personal friend, a retired pastor and author, someone who understands words and emotions and hearts, marrying for himself for the first time in his fifties to a young lady, a pilot friend of mine, in her thirties.

There is no one else we’d rather have marry us.

Our wedding. It was not just a day; it was a decision, one we made together. We could embark on this journey, one that any statistic will tell you is a risk, or we could stay safe, keeping hearts in check, telling ourselves it’s probably for the best.
If I had thought that, ten years ago, I would not be wondering about the best way to get dog hair off a wedding gown. I wouldn’t be here, so very happy.

We wake to the earth’s silent ticking, chasing the time that is still unaccounted for, rushing headlong from nights of God's silence to days of great discovery. We can stay in, intact for one slow, sure, unremarkable day, gathering useless possessions and people around us, as what sparked our dream fades to an almost sleeping ember.  For many people, that is their safety. We can just sit and talk about it, the changes we need to make, the things we wish we could do, but talk is just that, talk - arming ourselves with the satisfaction of courage without the inconvenience of risk. Or we can cast off our fear, gather those things around us that are precious, shedding that which only seeks to hinder us and head out into the world, eyes wide open.

What is ahead is unknown, often coming at us, so towering and fast, one can sense from it neither distance nor time. You can treat it with fear, no different than standing on the edge of a cliff, dreading that feeling as the ground falls away, the tiny rocks clamoring down like the first throw of dirt on a pine box. Or you can treat it as a perceived feast, as a wafer on the tongue, a leap of faith into that place that is devoid of time and regret, while that which held you back runs somewhere far afield, away from soundless guns.

I know where my home is at, and it's not four walls. I know who my friends are and they could care less about the things I own, where I live, or how old I am. As I look at my husband, at a photo of a big black dog in a frame, I know I have the comfort of a life in which, if only for a moment, I meant the absolute world to someone. That is something you can never buy, like the heat of steady flame that warms you from the inside out.
As the vows echoed in a room full of happy toasts, stories were told of Barkley, how he brought all of us together, of those he has healed and bonded.  For we are his pack, as we are each others, love being, not a journey, but something that gently brings us back home.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Maureen O'Hara 8-17-20 to 10-24-15


Godspeed Miss O'Hara. You were always one class act.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Triumph TR6 Special Service Tools


Special Service Tools Triumph TR6 

The HOTR Functional Equivalent
I'll be in my bunk garage. Because some things are just hard to resist.   Cheers!

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Don't Drink and Decorate


We've all had some dwelling in our youth that was less than "tastefully" decorated. But as we grow up and move into adulthood, we sometimes get to experience some really nice places, be it a vacation, our dream home or a honeymoon or first class business trip where you get to stay in a luxury multi star hotel

It was a hotel with good expectations. Highest Four Star hotel rating, fine dining and "new and complete renovation". It billed itself as a "peaceful oasis of sophistication" in a bustling city down south. I had visions of a long swim, or a soak in the hot tub followed by a night of relaxation in soothing decor for the weary traveler. For the price I expected, well , peaceful luxury. Soothing colors, a virtual SPA of a room. What I got was red, black, ultra modern with lots of bright shiny silver and the Bathroom from the OK Corral. It was so ugly I actually called a couple people and described it. Then I walked a careful grid in the room until I found alcohol.
Boring blog fodder for a Wednesday night but I couldn't resist as my friends told me I had to post this.
I will leave the name of the establishment out of here because the wonderful staff, I'm sure, didn't pick the decorator and they were really nice. The bed was comfy and the food, quite tasty (if you don't mind paying $50 for an 8 ounce steak and a side salad). But the room. Oh my eyes, my eyes.!


Maybe there's one of these with the soap and the shampoo.

The lampshade was bright shiny red and brought an interesting red glow to the room. I figured if I got lonely enough I could open the curtain and light the lamp and within an hour there would be five guys looking for a good time at my door.
The extra chair for lounging was comfortable if you were a anorexic Hobbit.
We'll start with the art work. First the one over the desk. Don't look directly at your computer monitor. Medication questions should be posed to a pharmacist. Readers experiencing nausea should leave the post. I called this one, "Road Trip from Hell".


Over the bed was the artists rendition of Cirque de Soleil, but which I called Les clowns sur les drogues. Maybe it's just that I'm not deep enough for modern art.. Maybe I just don't "get" modern art like this guy does.

At least I can turn the one light that's not red off and get a bath.
Maybe not. The bath was painted in Cow Patty Brown with a towel rack that resembled something that I think was leftover from Chain Gang Fantasy Camp. There was no other decor but a stark mirror, some shampoo, soap and such, and alas, no eye mask.

The wall couldn't decide it it was world's biggest padded headboard or padded walls. What wasn't padded was a muted CP Brown and, ever so soothing with the bright red, brown, black and silver. It was a room with the coziness of a dental lab, albeit without the sink to spit.


As I settled in, I had this nagging feeling I'd seen this room before. Then it hit me. It looked like the modernistic furnishings from a scene in Woody Allen's 1973 movie Sleeper. I didn't see the movie when it came out, as I was too young to pay much attention to such things. But I saw it later and remember certain bits and pieces of it.


Stay warm. I'll talk to you all soon. - Brigid

Friday, October 16, 2015

When Cheap is Good


I'm all for homemade, inexpensive cooking.  Sure, I'll splurge on fine oils and seasonings and the occasional thick ribeye, nice lamb chop or bottle of Skimmerhorn Devil's Chair wine. But I make up for it by buying in bulk and cooking most things from scratch.  It's one of the reasons I'm not a fan of microwave popcorn.  First,  it's about $5  to $6 a POUND where you can buy popcorn in bulk for about 50 CENTS a pound. 

Secondly, microwave popcorn has a terrible fake, chemical taste to me. The smell alone makes me want to open every window in the place.  Some of the popular butter flavors are flavored with fish.  Yes. . fish.  Yummy.

You can  buy packaged plain popcorn and cook it on a stove but there's an easier way. Here at HOTR we are big on alternative methods of cooking such as cooking dinner with an acetylene torch (similar to grilling pork chops on the sun but with a higher risk of setting yourself on fire). But that's a post for another day, preferably when my Dad is taking a nap and  not reading the blog.

But cooking popcorn without a stove or a nasty bag of fish infused butter like flavor popcorn is easy.

Brown bag it.


Use the plain brown lunch bags (which can be composted if you wish when you are done).  Most are microwave safe and may say so on the label.  Add 3-4 Tablespoons of unpopped corn per bag.  Fold the end over twice, and place standing up in the microwave.  Nuke two minutes (until there is about 5 seconds between "pops").

That's it!! If you just want salt, add just a dab of olive oil to the unpopped corn before you cook it in the bag and then salt when done. My favorite is the truffle flavored oil from Artesano's but any good quality olive oil will work.

But what about when you want something a little more gourmet??


Recipes make enough topping for approximately five to six cups of popped corn:

Olive Oil Based Toppings:

Toss hot popcorn with two tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil in a large bowl.  Add one of the following and toss again (spice amount is 1 tablespoon unless otherwise indicated).

Combine 1 ounce of Parmigiano-Reggiano with 1/4 cup fresh parsley leaves, 1 garlic clove, and 1 teaspoon red pepper flakes in a food processor until finely ground. Toss with popcorn.

3-4  Tablespoons chili seasoning mix. (I love Penzey's Chili 9000)

Lemon Zest and Cracked Pepper (combined)

Herbes de Provence - very light, a perfect afternoon snack or topping on a salad

Ranch flavor - combine 2 tablespoons powdered buttermilk with 1 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper, 2 teaspoon dried dill, and 2  teaspoons kosher salt.

Chinese Five Spice Powder

Old Bay Seasoning

Butter Based Toppings

Melt two tablespoons of butter and add one of the following:

1/2 to 1 teaspoon chopped roasted garlic, a dash of fresh rosemary, top with Parmesan

1 to 2 Tablespoons Scoville Brothers Singing Smoke Hot Sauce

1 Tablespoon Cinnamon Sugar

Truffle Salt (to taste) and Fresh Parmesan

1 Tablespoon Srirachi and 1 teaspoon lime zest

Like "Kettle Korn"?  Add a tablespoon of superfine sugar.


Odd but Good:

Toss plain popcorn with salt, drizzle with a little bit of maple syrup and sprinkle with a little ancho chili powder (smoky and sweet)

And of course you have to have BACON:
Home on the Range Maple Bacon Popcorn: .

8 slices bacon cooked, drained and dry and finely chopped.
1 cup real maple syrup
1 cup table sugar
1/8 tsp Mexican vanilla
tiny pinch of cayenne
1 cup salted butter

1 cup  unpopped popcorn

Heat the butter, syrup and sugar together in a sauce pan.  Bring to a very gentle simmer (but don't let boil) until the butter is melted and the sugar is dissolved, stirring frequently, adding cayenne the last couple minutes of cooking. While this is heating cook the popcorn.

Wipe a clean large bowl with a tiny bit of oil or spray with non stick spray and fill with cooked popcorn.  Add a couple drops of Mexican vanilla (about 1/8 tsp)  to syrup mixture, remove from heat and pour over popcorn in the bowl,  tossing to coat.  Mix in the bacon.  Bake at 200 degrees F on 2 large parchment paper lined cookie sheets for one hour, stirring every 10 minutes or so.  Add salt if needed (I don't, but I don't use much salt in anything).  Perfect with a cold beer and good movie.  .

So go on, pick your favorite and make a batch!

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Squirrel Days

Secret Squirrel pops out of bed, ready to start the day.
First, a little walk to get the blood circulating.
A few reps on the workout bench.
This is NOT a yoga pose, I'm stuck.
I think I see the neighbors up, Looks like they have power as well after the big storm.
What do you mean the basement  has water in it?
I wouldn't look down there if I were  you.

Morning comes early here with Partner getting up a little after 5 and I following.

Fortunately, today I get to work from home.  Time to don my professional telework attire.
No, not my Alma mater, but it's soft and comfy and gets the occasional smile.
I still have time for breakfast!
Greek yogurt with granola, fruit and  Best Corn Muffins Ever
The morning went pretty quick, a lot of work accomplished with the quiet.  Let's see, I'll mark out where the witnesses were standing using Gumby and Pokey (no, that'd go over as well as the interrogatories with hand puppets).

Time to stay focused and serious.
Then time for something to eat while Abby's dog walker comes by to take her out for half an hour while I have my lunch break.

It's not particularly photogenic, but it's  a very tasty and healthy spiced meat sandwich with homemade Tzatziki (garlic/dill/mint/greek yogurt) sauce on homemade tortillas, leftover from dinner last night.

Abby napped after lunch on the futon in front of my desk
While I made a phone call to someone I needed a report from. . .
and put together a hundred tiny, seemingly unrelated details to form a story.
Before you know it, it was after 5, I was off the clock and Partner would be home within an hour or two.  Dinner was  just sometime I whipped up out of leftovers, not using a recipe and it turned out really good.  Honey Cashew Chicken.
Then it was time to take Abby out for a walk. . . 
"Did you say walk?  Or Bacon?  They sound the same."

while Partner tallies up the e-Postal scores so the scores can be posted.  We've got some pretty interesting entries and the top score hasn't been determined yet, but I have to say, it was impressive that one young lady got all ten shots on paper with a smooth bore, (but there isn't much paper left after you put 10 rounds of .765 caliber balls through it).

Before you know it, it will  be time for sleep again, but we are safe (two tornadoes in one week), well fed, and the basement is looking more "shop" and less "I need an ark".
It was not the most exciting of days you'll find in the blogosphere, but it was a good, productive day. We can't ask for much more than that, unless it's for friends to join us on the journey.