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Whose idea was this, anyway?

An urban couple retires to Slovakia.

Updated: 2015-05-18T15:25:37+02:00




Warning: this is not a cooking post. We had our friendly, local honeydippers visit this morning. They’re the guys who open up the septic tank out back, shove a big hose down into the Stygian Abyss, and pump it all out. Being urbanites, this was new to us. (I have a vague memory of hearing about the Wyoming place having its tank pumped out once). It all started with the shower downstairs not draining as quickly as normal. Then there was this glugging noise coming out of the sink. The toilet downstairs started to drain very slowly. Then strange stuff...

Alchemy: pork belly to bacon


We were planning for our first BBQ party of the season. We have friends here (British and Polish) who not only speak English, they appreciate stuff that’s cooked on the Weber. (Yes we can buy Weber grills here and their accouterments). In anticipation of the afternoon, Scott bought two really nice rib slabs from the local (45 minute drive) restaurant supply megastore, Metro. What we realized when preparing the ribs for the grill was, there is an entire pork belly dimension to each slab of meat. Cutting it off longways, the ribs are ready for brining, then BBQing on a...

An exercise for living in the moment


It’s one of the things I’ve always loved about Cesar, the Dog Whisperer. He teaches us that dogs don’t anticipate or remember past ‘wrongs’ (like leaving them alone for too long). They live in the moment and are always so happy to see us again as if all were forgiven. Because all is. The side blog I’ve been concentrating on lately has had me looking a lot into my past and looking through copious old photographs and old home movies. I have a dear friend who gently reminded me not to spend too much time in the past, but keep...