Saturday, November 14, 2020

Black Garlic (Black Gold)

During an average month I will scan 100+ recipes and cull a few and give some of them a try. If any of these make it out my printer or maybe a bookmark in one of my cookbooks, then they stand a strong chance of making it into my "test kitchen".

Once in a while a recipe will really strike a chord with me. This time the winner was "Black Garlic", it even sounds cool! 
Fermentation (low and slow) has always intrigued me and when I came across this concept I thought; "I've gotta try this"! 

I have a deep set fondness for low and slow. The preparation, anticipation, wait, smells, and the final reward make me complete. The appreciation of finding a new way to cook, possibly off of the beaten path? or a forgotten style of cooking is my reward. Adequate to carry me forward into a new day, or maybe another gastronomic event.

After completing my initial research into Black Garlic it showed promise, or maybe an assurance of reaching a new culinary level. I am always searching for the ever elusive nirvana moment that only truly remarkable food can produce.

Traditional recipes for black garlic showed that you need to ferment it at a very low heat, for a long period of time. After reading various recipes I came across one for using a rice cooker to "ferment" the garlic, intriguing! As I am an avid rice cooker chef, this recipe was a no brainer. My rice cooker "coconut Pancake" and "Ham Stock Grits" are becoming legendary, at least in Marg's mind...

The process of making rice cooker Black Garlic is actually quite easy. Although you'll need to have patience as it takes up to 3 weeks to get the desired results. 
Black Gold!

To get started I used standard store bought raw garlic heads and found that 7 (average size heads) would fit in my 5 cup rice cooker perfectly.




I used the "steamer" rack to keep the garlic off of the pan and closed the lid and set the cooker to warm. Nothing else is added to the cooker, just the raw garlic with the outer skins intact (brushed to remove any dirt).
Next take a look at your calendar and count out 21 days then sit back and wait, and wait and wait.
*Please note, each rice cooker is different, check results after 10-14 days. Remove one clove from a head and check doneness, then decide how long to finish cooking. Experiment with your cooker(s) and types of garlic then adjust times accordingly.
 
The various rice cookers I use (5 cup and 10 cup versions) are the simple "warm and cook" style. Meaning that the cooker only has one button that switches from warm to cook, nothing else. These cookers make excellent rice (other than brown rice), grits, gluten free pancake and gluten free cakes. They have also proven to be very reliable over the years.

During the first week of my latest culinary journey our garage smelled like an Italian heaven. The unbelievable bouquet of garlic was impressive if not overwhelming. 
Thus the main reason for putting the cooker in the garage. The cooker vents and well you know garlic...
After around 10 days the aroma in the garage started to change, altering slightly in a pleasant aromatic way. The garlic essence started to mellow, barely giving off a hint of this wonderful spice. The scent took
on a slightly sweet impression, easy like a really good Aceto Balsamico.
As I got closer to the 21 day finale my desire to open the cooker increased, I just wanted to take a peek, okay patience my friend.
The grand reveal just happened to be on my brother Steven's birthday. This was not planned just happened, so I am dedicating the results to him, love you bro!
*Please note, each rice cooker is different, check results after 10-14 days. Remove one clove from a head and check doneness, then decide how long to finish cooking. Experiment with your cooker(s) and types of garlic then adjust times accordingly.

Marg & I were giddy with anticipation as we went out to the garage to see if I had laboured long enough and produced something remarkable, or maybe it was a bust...
Here are the results:




Our surprise turned into joy as we sampled the first fruits of my labor. Each of us tried a small portion of one of the cloves and our first impressions were like; "WOW, this is amazing". The flavor profiles were off the charts, still a hint of garlic but at a much deeper level. There was also a sweetness present that can not be described, though it compares to Balsamico. The texture of the cloves were somewhat chewy almost like a licorice, though firmer.

Cleaning the skins off the cloves was somewhat tedious, yet needed and worth the effort.
We even tried using a toothbrush (new), nevertheless your fingernails work the best. Once you are done with the clove cleaning your fingers look like a mechanics that had been working on your car for hours...


To test the "Black Gold" I finely chopped a couple of cloves, mixed in some dried chopped regular garlic and soaked them in EVOO (olive oil) for an hour. I then used this in the caramelization of 1/2 a white sweet onion, putting that over a grilled marinated Beyond Beef patty (you can use regular beef) served with mashers and homemade mushroom gravy.
Here's the kicker, the mushroom gravy was made by cooking raw mushrooms (in water only) and the removed skins from the finished (21 day old) 
black garlic. Resulting in an amazing base for my mushroom gravy.


The outcome of these efforts was way beyond what I had even imagined. Marg & I looked at each other smiling as we ate, then discussed what we had experienced once we were done. 

The Black Garlic had changed my life, the onions I had cooked were probably one of the best things we've ever eaten. The flavors were magical when combined with the patties, mashers, and the mushroom gravy.
The moment was carried over into the gravy because of the base being made with the skins of the garlic. The skins had absorbed an ever so subtle hint of the black garlic.
 
This was a true nirvana moment.

In the next scheduled batches to be made I'll try using Elephant Garlic heads and a little less time. Using the larger heads (I hope) will change the flavor profile and produce a larger quantity of the Black Garlic or should I say Black Gold.
 
As I am writing this I still am concerned that I will not be able to recreate what changed the way I cook and enjoy food from this day forward...

W
P.S. I'll just have to try this recipe again, and again, and again.


Friday, September 25, 2020

Nothing can be done

We are along for the ride
as our opinion is worthless to all of you
 
You are supposed to be representing us 
though only represent yourselves

Greed 

Money
our money as taxpayers
spent on items not related
 
People are not working
small businesses closed down
how will your agenda help those truly in need
 
You sicken me
as I am a patriot 

Shame on you
have courage to do what you were elected to do
 
Represent us
the working class
the people
the poor 

Slaves to the rich 
struggling as you promote your selfish agenda 

Crushing us
as we serve you just to survive 

Once we’re gone who’s going to
clean your bathroom
stock the shelves
drive you 

Shame on you 

We the poor have not lost
as we have nothing to lose 

We have our dignity
as we did not take advantage of another 

You will never have dignity 

As you did with purpose
take advantage... 

W

Reflections

As we look
As we hear
 
What is seen
What is heard 

The view is strange
The sound is unfamiliar

As the information courses through your mind
Is it truth
 
Discernment

What do you believe in your soul
Are you able to discern
 
Look at the wolf
Easy to blame
One of God’s creatures 

Look at the Israelites
Easy to crucify
God’s chosen
 
Division pushes
Will you push back 

Why can one divide so many
When so many stay silent 

Search for the truth
Look at the wolf
Always accused 

So many still stay silent
Knowing the truth 

Harder to search for the facts
Harder to accept the truth
Harder still to act

Discernment 

Reflections

W

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Spring 2020

has been another interesting experience for us in our new home. Though we have been here 18 months so far, we are continually finding new surprises.

Now that we even have more time at home, Marg & me are focusing on the yards again. We are still awe struck in the amount of design that went into the yard originally. Yesterday we uncovered a smaller brick walkway buried under a couple inches of soil.

The colors are simply amazing to behold. We have one group of 4 Azalea bushes that are blooming in 4 different and vibrant colors. There are two shades of coral, the white blooms looking like snowballs and the reds are eye popping.





Some of the Azalea bushes out front have bloomed for the first time since we moved in. These are under our white Dogwood tree that is in full bloom. The Azaleas were planted on each side, one white one coral, back to back on each side of the trunk.


Speaking of Dogwoods, the first fall/winter we were here we had to trim back a massive Elm tree on the north side of the property. One limb was about 30' long and covered the wood deck and almost reached the pool. The limb was so big that it cast a large amount of shade over various plants and trees. One such hidden gem was a red blooming Dogwood. During the first winter I spent quite a bit of time trimming a reshaping most of the trees and bushes. The red Dogwood was not doing well and the first spring after the winter trimming only produced a couple of blooms. This year it has taken off, now that it is getting enough sunlight producing numerous beautiful red blooms.




In one area of the back yard there are the remnants of a Koi pond. We confirmed this by inviting over one of our neighbors that has lived across the street since our home was built in 1988. He remembered the pond and other parts of the yard including a gazebo that is no longer here. Initially I was kind of excited about the pond, though after extensive research, I figured that it was not for me. Plus Marg would have become attached to the fish and well they would die or get eaten by another critter and well you know...
So there it sat kind of ignored on purpose, mainly because I couldn't figure out what to do with the area. Yesterday the light bulb went on and the basis of my design idea was partially cleaned and uncovered.


Our intentions are to fill it with a beautiful ground cover called "Purple Heart". While retaining the original shape and design and finishing it with a Japanese Maple that I am growing from a shoot off of one of the 3 Japanese Maples in our yard. The Purple Heart should grow in quickly and give us yet another vibrant color to add to our backyard palette.



Well enough for now on this bloom report, of we go into our little chunk of paradise to see what other gifts we will find...

W








Thursday, January 02, 2020

Leaving Colorado (Part 1):

After living in Colorado for 46 years we moved!


Over three years ago I surrendered completely to God and prayed daily that he would lead us to where we were supposed to be. It is much easier than it sounds once you get used to the idea that He is in control. 
Early in 2017 we realized that we were being lead to move, so we started our search. For years Marg's doctors have told her that she needs to be at sea level to help with her breathing. Knowing we could not afford many coastal areas we zeroed in on North & South Carolina. 

I was tired of making mistakes with my life and truly felt; what do I have to loose with Him in control
Now comes the hard part, waiting on Him. Once you learn to have patience and listen, things start to happen. To be able to move we had to sell our business first, then our home within the same 6 month time frame. Crazy... 
He brought us buyers of the business and our home in His timing, not ours. Our business & home sold in the same time frame without too many hiccups. Both selling for more than we had anticipated allowing us to move and hopefully become debt free in early 2019.

Be careful what you specifically pray for. We prayed that we would be able to drive both cars to North Carolina and find a home. I forgot to ask for the cars not to break down...




We left early one afternoon from Firestone Colorado with maps and atlas in hand (no GPS). As we headed onto E-470 we were greeted by a massive thunderstorm. Maybe a indication of what was to come... 
All we had planned for was our final destination not a route or time frame, a true walk (drive) in faith. Anyway, on we went looking towards a future having no idea what was in store, an adventure that has still not ended. 
I was driving our trusty Saturn Vue packed to the brim, actually over packed, containing most of our "important" stuff. Marg was behind me in her Toyota Solara convertible loaded with the rest of the "important stuff" that we did not trust to the shipping container.
As we neared the Colorado/Kansas border a red light started to flash on the Vue's dash, one that I had never seen before? after 220,000 miles ya would think I would have seen it before.  Low and behold the transmission had started to overheat, not good. 
Our 2004 Saturn Vue is a crossbreed, one of the most reliable vehicles we have owned, and unfortunately the Saturn company no longer exists. The Vue Red Line has a Honda powertrain with a transmission that is very unusual and can honestly only be worked on by a Saturn tech, of which there is not one anywhere near Colby Kansas. 



Yep we are are staying in Colby tonight, this is not my first choice but I need time to completely stress out and figure out what to do by tomorrow morning.
Remember I am trusting God, and well He steps in and off we go the next morning. For the next 4 days I learn how to drive an injured overloaded 14 year old car 1800 miles. What proved to work best was keeping the speed around 70mph on the flats, never use the air conditioner and Lord help me if I come across a hill. Did I mention no AC? we were driving across the U.S. to North Carolina in the middle of June! 
After Colby I had to look at the temp gauge every 30 seconds, yeah every 30 seconds for 1800 miles and adjust my speed. Finding that if I could keep the temp just under 1/2 way the Vue's transmission wouldn't overheat. Took four of these episodes (over heating) to get me educated on how to limp one of our only cars across the country.
We would have to go up the hills on the shoulder with our flashers on in 2nd gear. Meaning I had to keep the speed @ 20MPH hoping that I had a huge downhill coming up to coast down (in neutral) with the AC on. 
Instead of hillbilly AC, an open window blowing air over something wet or a swamp cooler... 
Do you remember the pics of the families traveling to Cali back in the depression/dust bowl, been there done that.
Never want to drive through West Virginia again...



5 long and adventurous days later we finally pulled into Marg's sister & husband's driveway. Well, I kind of chuckled after a big sigh of relief. God has a sense of humor, I was the one who only asked to make it to our destination. Next time I'll ask for a little more... 

At this time in my life I prayed only for a roof over my head, or to truly let go and see what God had for us. This is interesting and exciting to do and guess what it works! really a load off to let go and see what He has for you.
What are our actual needs? For me it is a home, health, the ability to eat, stay warm or cool, have transportation, and the ability to communicate with family & friends. Also to not be a burden on society doing my best to be a decent, honest, caring citizen. Treating others with love, grace and respect. This can be hard in this day and age, with all of the things that can easily overtake our lives. 
We live very well in our opinion, not top tier, though not homeless. Thankful for all we "have" been blessed with and that we live in a free country... 

One regret of our cross country adventure was I was unable to truly enjoy the scenery. Focusing instead on the temp gauge and the road ahead, as I brushed the sweat out of my eyes with the back of my hand...

Stay tuned for part 2

WP






Thursday, July 04, 2019

Where have you gone?

I still search
sometimes you are there
though difficult to find today...

Will you come back in us?
many celebrate you in private

How could this have happened
without you we are lost

You are not just a feeling
you are a way of life

A way of life that is lost
not to all, yet...

Patriotism

W


Have a joyous and safe 4th America!





Tuesday, July 02, 2019

The Barbie boat

is still floating...

OK so I am a 58 year old caucasian male, non LGTBQPQXYZ or any other ABC gibberish...
Married for 37 years to the same woman.

I own a "Barbie Boat" and am damn proud of it.
Are you interested yet?

When we decide to move to the east coast after 46 years in Colorado, I had one demand. We would not have a pool...
So much for that thought, the whole living at the beach idea fell through, thanks hurricane Florence...

As I sit here typing my thoughts I can look out of the second story window of my office and see our pool...



Knowing we were hicks from Colorado our real estate agent never said are you really this stupid?
She never thought that we would not know how to take care of a 35,000 GALLON POOL!

Or what our newest pool maintenance friends say is a "lap pool".
OK so you can swim to Delaware and back from our pool, really.
For reference we live in North Carolina, southern no less...
Maybe I do not want to have to fight the various tugs, skips, yachts and other various seafaring boats? or maybe the super tankers...
Sorry got off track, my precious Barbie Boat.



After the ownership of a Frickin' mammoth pool set in, I moved on to "managing" my current (like an ocean current) situation. 
SA (situational awareness), well not really but every time I look out my office window WHICH IS EVERY MORNING, I really, yes really needed to know that our lake Erie sized pool pump is still working.
Without a reference how can you know if the large lake pump is working?
Mind you this is the cheapest 1hp pool pump available in 2017, like spitting through a straw...

On to the Barbie Boat, sorry I got off on a tirade, managing one of the 5 largest lakes in the US is demanding...

Sitting in my comfortable reclining (no less) office chair, I look out over my domain every morning.
Right in my face is lake Erie, or is it a competitor? 
I can not see if the pump is working as I have no reference (or maybe no glasses on?). 
So out I go, walking down the flights of stairs so I can make ground level and find out if our lake sized pool pump is actually working...
Exhausting effort at the very least for a retired gent like me...
Got to figure out another way to deal with the lake?

Then it hits me, a lightning bolt, well no but close, I need a frigin' boat in my extra large lake that floats (floating is very important).
If it is floating it will move around the lake and I will be able to see it from my 2nd story command center. Never having to get my arse up to stroll downstairs and check for my lakes movement. 
Sometimes it looks like a toilet bowl movement, you know it swirls around, sorry getting off track again, or maybe I am getting dizzy...
Anyway owning a lake/pool of this size is a serious learning curve.

All I wanted was a simple floating frikin' boat.
Into the all model stores I went asking the kind employees behind the counter if they had a "boat that floats". At first they look at me like I need help, help they can not supply. Especially the young lady, the guy got it, after a while.
He looks over at his co worker with that tilted head trip, then at the phone, can he dial that fast? 
No way I am on a boat mission, a floating boat that is.
Again I reach out to him as I plead about my situation. 
I start to see his eyes clear and a true understanding of my situation, he even smiles. I need a boat that floats! Around the store we go, a rather large store and he points out many a "boat" but none that will float or are pre made. I do not want to assemble a $50 battleship model just to hope that it will float in my lake sized pool. I want a premade floating boat! Really what is so hard to understand...
The poor guy was still smiling as we left empty handed knowing that no one else in his lifetime would ask for a floating boat for a lake sized pool...

Months later, still having that gnawing thought about my floating boat, my wife and I, yes she really knows about my obsession for a floating boat are walking through Walmart.
Yeah we shop Wally World on a regular basis, given our income level.
My beautiful bride says as we are walking down the linen ilse; "maybe they have a boat".
This stops me in my tracks, she really does love me, I NEED A FLOATING BOAT FOR OUR LAKE SIZED POOL...
True love, yeah she was serious.
Into the toy section we go, she one isle me another isle to the west...

OMG there it is, my long lost floating lake sized swimming pool BOAT!
A Barbie Boat with a raft that attaches with a string that holds 3 dogs.
Screw the raft and dogs, REALLY, I just need the boat...


W








Me mom

brought me into this world.




88 years later she is still spry
Spry as a willow branch.

A branch she used to tan my hide with.
Ma knew best, always checked with dad first...

God bless you ma, you are the best
so much of you I cherish in myself.

Praying that I could be half the man you tried to raise.

I am so proud to be your son
I am so proud to have the brothers that I have

Because of you

God bless you mom

Tears are in my eyes as I try to tell you how much I love you...

W

Sunday, June 23, 2019

The Magna & the prayer

Honestly I am surprised that I have lived this long...

The stupid male gene has always been with me. As I  age it still rears its ugly head sometimes, ok a lot of the time.Yes repressing it is easier as you grow older, though it will never leave you. 

Your long lost friend...
The stupid male gene.

The first "big" bike I bought was a 1970 Honda CB750 "four" (4 cylinder). 



It was rated as the fastest production bike in 1970 (though some will say the Kaw 1000 was faster?). The Honda was heavier and the Kaw had a little more horsepower.
Mine was a beautiful turquoise blue with lot's & lot's of chrome.  

The CB was fast enough to scare the crap out of me, no wait that is because I am 58 now not 20. 
Dang I was too stupid to be scared @ 20... 
(reminds me of the James Bond film with the Russian computer geek spinning his pen saying; "I am invincible", remember?)

I bought the bike from a good friend in 1981 who in turn was buying the fastest production bike of 1981. The Honda Magna V65 1100cc cruiser.



Before I bought his CB he suggested that we go on test ride so I could decide if I wanted his old bike, really? (go ahead twist my arm). Off we went to Oak Creek from Steamboat, a great road for riding bikes. 
There is this one long, very long straight stretch of  pavement outside of Oak Creek. 
Ya know what that means...
As we are heading back from Oak Creek I am feeling comfortable on my new ride (still gotta pay him), and then we hit that long, long open road. 
No traffic to be seen, enter stupid male gene, let's see what this CB 750/4 will do. 
5th gear full throttle in a upright position as I "Ride The Ton", or 100 mph+ on a bike. 
Biker slang, subculture. 
At 20 years of age, would you be satisfied doing the ton or looking for more?
Of course not more baby, down on the tank I lay and that wonderful 140 mph speedo started to climb, 105, 110, 115, 120. 
(My friends new bike speedo only went to 85 mph, remember those?).
Now we are talkin', yeah I was grinning ear to ear. 
That was until my buddy goes blowing by me laid back on his new cruiser like I was standing still. 
Oh and by the way, his grin was a lot bigger than mine...
Nothing like the feel of speed on two wheels.

Onto the future. 
37 years later I am still looking for either of these two bikes. I have owned over 80 bikes (this includes our trainers) and have always come back to the CB's and the Magna. The Magna because it was the one that got away, got away blowin' past me @ 120 MPH...

Searching Craiglist & FB marketplace are part of my daily routine. Once in a while I will come across either of these two memories.
Last week it was the Magna.
One popped up on my local CL;



It was listed with 25k miles @ $790.00. 
OK I am interested enough to not run away from it, could it be legit?
Bikes with this low of miles and age are usually a good buy. Most of the time they have been sitting for years and someone wants to dump it to get it out of the garage.
Book on this bike is well over $3000.00 in good condition. So I am interested, ok to be honest I am interested in peggin' that speedo needle, maybe even break it off...
As I look at the pics I notice that it has not been left outside. Garage kept, nice! 
The gauges are always the best way to tell. On this model, Honda as with most manufacturers, used a red paint for the "red line" marker on the tach. If the bike has been outside for any length of time, the red line is usually pink or white. Other hints as to its life were the lack of rust on bolts, chrome pitting, and the engine cut off switch was still bright red and not cracked.


Now my hopes are going up, could this be the one? Have to be careful with lust it can fog your mind, course that stupid male gene will be real happy.

Over the years I have bought and sold a lot of things on Ebay, FB, & Craigslist. Only once did I buy something I shouldn't have, and it was my mistake.
I missed a cracked engine casing. 
I also have had my fair share of scammers. They are usually very easy to pick out, though sometimes they are quite crafty and experienced in ripping people off.

I dive in and contact the seller by phone/text. Patiently I wait a day & half and then he responds. 
I communicate with him and he tells me he posted the ad for his sister. Flag #1
He provides me with an email address (which is not typed properly) to contact her and the price is lower? Flag #2 


Off my email goes and a day later I get this response; 
Don't get pissy with me because of the "redactions"...


I do a VIN check and nothing glaring is reported, though I will not spend $20 to find out more.
I look at her? his? online album of the bike. 
Very carefully I look at each picture and I am still hoping...

Next comes the discrepancy of the mileage, flag #3, it is not 25k miles it is 2k miles. A 1983 bike with 2k miles for $700? Though it could be an honest mistake from someone who does not know bikes? they might not know the last number was tenths of a mile?
Yes I am grasping at straws, I want this bike (down stupid male gene, down boy!).
No wait, something else catches my eye, something is wrong with the speedo. The bike pictured is probably not US spec. In the early 1980's US spec bikes did not have 140 mph speedos, flag #4.
I am still hopeful (yeah it is that stupid male gene again), though something is starting to gnaw at me.
Off goes the next email to "her";


I am still lead to believe that this bike is being sold locally.
Then "her" response, the mother of all responses, flag #5;


As the old saying goes, "I was born at night, but not last night". She (?) wrote a pretty good story but they had no idea I lived in the area before and could validate everything they said.

The fisherman did not take into account that the fish at the end of their hook was a Megalodon.

Next is my response to their heart wrenching story;


All of my email reply is the truth, really, the people and the locations that are mentioned are legit (this is the funniest part, and people say God doesn't have a sense of humor).  
The fisherman had no idea...

The final response from the fisherman (adult language);


Guess I will not be invited over for Christmas dinner this year...

On to the coup de grace...
Experiences with people like this at first cause me to get angry, they are just plain lazy! 
Get a real job to earn a living...
Then I start to feel sorry for them because they are caught by the fish, and being pulled to the bottom...
This is my final response to my fisherman;


I have done this 3 other times in the past with people who attempt to rip me off.
First exposing their stupidity carefully and honestly.
Promising all of them that I will pray for them for 30 days, which I take very seriously. 
For 30 days I pray to God for Him to change their hearts and bring them into His kingdom. 
As I do not know them or their reasoning for trying to rip me off, I leave it to God to repair. 
He knows who they are and can change their heart, I can't...
One of the times in the past, the person who wanted to rip me off actually contacted me later and thanked me for my prayers and understanding. Letting me know that they had turned their life around.

I am no better than the fisherman, I am the same, flawed. 

Looking for forgiveness and a better future. 
How 'bout you, what are  you looking for...

The Magna & the prayer.

W