I had to run an errand this afternoon that took me to my hometown of Midland, passing the new BBQ place. I could see the pit was fired up. It was necessary for me to stop, since I know no stranger, and I love all thing BBQ.
Jessie Jones was at the pit cooking a whole hog. He welcomed me like an old friend. We talked BBQ for the next 30 minutes while I breathed in the wonderful aromas.
One never asks a pit master for a peek. The saying goes, "If you're looking, it ain't cooking", so I didn't consider asking for a peek.
His pride took over and he offered a glimpse one he has ascertained my sincere enthusiasm for his craft.
It was magnificent!
Last night I cooked a lowly beef bottom round in the oven at 325. Rubbed and on a bed of onions and heated covered to 140 internal. It was heavenly. Perfect medium rare and juicy. Great beef flavor without all the fat.
In retrospect I should have browned it in an iron pan with olive oil to start.
Could have done it on the grill, maybe I should have. But it was so good as it was. Leftovers tonight.
My iPhone 6 Plus is about 2 ½ years old. A fossil by mobile phone standards. The phone is beginning to show some wear. The processor is slow operating the newest software. There are a few scratches on the outside. Even an internal cable had to be reattached just last week at the Apple Store. Yet still, I hold in my hand more computing power than was carried in Apollo 8 though 17 combined.
I treat my Apple devices with some reverence because of their superior design, longevity, and their ecosystem of all their devices working in harmony.
And so, I was appalled today when an AT&T customer service guy suggested I blow common compressed air up the largest oriface on my phone to clean it. Suggesting impurities had penetrated an area that was magical had never even crossed my mind. I was taken aback.
We are talking about the earphone jack long ago closed to the world in China. Never to be opened again I assumed.
A product so great it becomes cultural currency.
I blasted common unsanctified air up there and the ground did not split open. And my earbuds are working.
Adventure Trip - I'm strongly considering a trolling trip down the Lockwood Folly river in my Porta Bote dingy. The river is navigable 14 miles inland through Brunswick County, NC.
Lockwood Folly river is a tidal, black water, brackish river. The head waters are in the Green Swamp, home to carnivorous plants and the famous Venus fly trap. The river empties between Oak Island, NC and Holden Beach, NC.
Online guide articles warn of alligators, venomous snakes, bears, and Bull Sharks. There are cypress trees, eagles, ospreys, and a host of wildlife.
I figure now is the time in my life to knock off a few of these things I always wanted to do. In a few more years developers will encroach, or I'll be too old to care.
I plan on a slow troll with a packed lunch, camera, gps, and land on Oak Island.
Hopefully this will be a summer or fall trip.
Okay, call me naive. I often assume people are free thinking and draw their own conclusions.
But I was curious when liberal diehards started blubbering in unison about Jimmy Carter last night on Facebook. What are the odds? Simultaneously 3 people get all nostalgic on Jimmy Carter? I think not. Or when out of seemingly nowhere people start knitting pink pussy hats and march in large numbers on the exact same day. Duh? Something's going on.
I finally found the source for the liberals marching orders. It took a simple google search and there it was. Check for yourself. Google, liberal or progressive marching orders.
By golly they have their own little indoctrination camps right on the internet. Nothing systemic in the movement there, just hand to hand combat instructions and talking points.
How cute and Interesting. Clever even.