Misplaced Monday...
Jul. 18th, 2011 10:48 pmSomewhere in the course of the day, I forgot it was Monday and began to think it was Tuesday. The only discernible result of that shift was a slightly elevated level of stress associated with thinking that time was passing by more quickly than it actually was.
I received new work and sent it and all outstanding assignments back to my clients.
While cleaning the garage, I uncovered an 8-pound bag of charcoal, some of which I used to cook dinner on the grill. I used a cylindrical charcoal-starter for the first time, and am quite impressed. The device is basically a tube with holes around the bottom end and a grate mounted across the tube's cross-section a few inches above the row of holes. One places the starter, holes down, into the grill on top of a couple of sheets of wadded-up newsprint, and then one fills the tube with from the top with some charcoal and sets fire to the newsprint.
The paper burns and apparently ignites just enough of the charcoal for the fire to create a draft, in through the holes and out the top. In effect, it's like deliberately setting a chimney fire, only in a short piece of tubing. After about 15 minutes, there is a lively flame jumping up out of the top of the device and one must take care when inverting it to dump out the red-hot coals. For sure, this beats using starter fluid (or charcoal sold pre-treated with some kind of flammable substance).
The "guests" on this evening's grill were a piece of Alaska wild-caught salmon, swaddled in spices and encased in aluminium foil, and a bunch of pork steaks smothered in BBQ sauce. Unfortunately, by the time all of it was ready, Galina and I had pretty much filled ourselves up on chips and guacamole. The good news is: I love leftovers!
We are slowly emptying out Natalie's rooms and staging stuff in the garage. The trick there will be to stage it in such a way as to allow us to park the car there, too, because I, for one, am pretty sure you can cook inside the car while it's basking in the sun.
Got some words from LJ friend
zia_narratora as part of a meme, more about which later, maybe. For now, all I can say is: this will take some thought.
Cheers...
I received new work and sent it and all outstanding assignments back to my clients.
While cleaning the garage, I uncovered an 8-pound bag of charcoal, some of which I used to cook dinner on the grill. I used a cylindrical charcoal-starter for the first time, and am quite impressed. The device is basically a tube with holes around the bottom end and a grate mounted across the tube's cross-section a few inches above the row of holes. One places the starter, holes down, into the grill on top of a couple of sheets of wadded-up newsprint, and then one fills the tube with from the top with some charcoal and sets fire to the newsprint.
The paper burns and apparently ignites just enough of the charcoal for the fire to create a draft, in through the holes and out the top. In effect, it's like deliberately setting a chimney fire, only in a short piece of tubing. After about 15 minutes, there is a lively flame jumping up out of the top of the device and one must take care when inverting it to dump out the red-hot coals. For sure, this beats using starter fluid (or charcoal sold pre-treated with some kind of flammable substance).
The "guests" on this evening's grill were a piece of Alaska wild-caught salmon, swaddled in spices and encased in aluminium foil, and a bunch of pork steaks smothered in BBQ sauce. Unfortunately, by the time all of it was ready, Galina and I had pretty much filled ourselves up on chips and guacamole. The good news is: I love leftovers!
We are slowly emptying out Natalie's rooms and staging stuff in the garage. The trick there will be to stage it in such a way as to allow us to park the car there, too, because I, for one, am pretty sure you can cook inside the car while it's basking in the sun.
Got some words from LJ friend
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Cheers...