Recent Posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Mix: creep e

I made a mix for October as I was reading The Shining. This mix is more about the mood than any Shining theme, however. So grab your creepy book, your headphones, and maybe pour yourself a nice hot mug of redrum. There's nothing behind you.

creep e  <-click here
  1. Witchcraft - Franken Sinatra
  2. Exploration B - Poe and Mark Danielewski
  3. Pulk/Pull Revolving Doors - Radiohead
  4. Going to Your Funeral - Eels
  5. There is Only This Time - The Dandy Warhols
  6. This Place is Haunted - DeVotchKa
  7. Black is the Color of My True Love's Hair - Nina Simone
  8. Videodrones: Questions - Trent Reznor
  9. Rabbit in Your Headlights [Suburban Hell Remix] - U.N.K.L.E.
  10. The Game - Love and Rockets
  11. Fire at the Pageant - The Felice Brothers
  12. That Day - Poe
  13. Dawna - Morphine
  14. How's it Going to End - Tom Waits
  15. The Moon is Nearly Full - Greg Brown
  16. Hard Time Killin' Floor Blues - R.L. Burnside
  17. Humming - Portishead
  18. St. James Infirmary - Hugh Laurie

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Grillin' and Tumblin'

Impromptu BBQ. It was a three-day weekend thanks to a Mormon Milestone™ in Utah. I wanted to fire up my beautiful new grill, but charcoal isn't nearly as convenient and quick as propane, brother. So I started texting friends (because calling is much too complicated) to see if they were up for some quality time at the House of Roth. I inevitably forgot some people that I really would've liked to have had over, but it was a bit last minute, okay?

Anyway, with many of my friends being vegetarian (and myself being a flexitarian, which I like to think is a double-entendre), I went with an all veggie BBQ. Okay, most of it wasn't grilled, just the sandwiches and some corn con cal en polvo y chile. (I totally just google translated that. I don't speak enough Spanish to know if that's a good translation, but it means lime juice and chili powder.)

So, getting down to what I made, since some people were asking for the recipes:

Grilled Summer Veggie Sandwich (A Jeremiah Favorite):
1 red bell pepper, sliced
1 small zucchini, sliced
1 red onion, sliced
1 small yellow squash, sliced
Focaccia or Ciabatta bread (I prefer Ciabatta)
1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
Olive oil for brushing on the veggies, about 1/8 cup

For the mayonnaise, which is kinda the pièce de résistance in this recipe:
1/4 cup mayonnaise (homemade if you're feelin' fancy)
3 cloves minced garlic
1 tablespoon lemon juice

1. Preheat the grill. If you're using charcoal in a high elevation like me, you're going to need some time.
2. In a small bowl, mix the mayo, minced garlic, and lemon juice. Put it in the fridge until you're ready to use it.
3. Brush the vegetables with oil. I don't recommend putting them directly on the grill, as they'll likely fall through and there goes your dinner. Put them on something made to hold smaller foods. The onions and bell peppers will cook faster, so put them over less direct heat. On a hot grill, they'll be ready to flip in about 5 minutes. Then, you know, flip them.

4. Spread that mayo on each side of whatever bread you choose, and then throw some crumbled feta on top. Throw them on the grill and cover it. The idea is to lightly toast the bread, while trying to melt the cheese. This is easier said than done. Either way it's going to be delicious.
5. Make a sandwich out of all that shit. Does this step even need to be here?


Sun-dried tomato dip
This one is from the Veganomicon, a book I highly recommend even if you're not vegan. Seriously, just buy it.

2 cups sun-dried tomatoes (dry ones, not the kind packed in oil)
2 cups boiling water
1/2 cup slivered or sliced almonds
1/2 cup cooked white beans, drained (navy beans are good)
2 cloves garlic, chopped coarsely
1/4 cup olive oil
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1/8 teaspoon salt
Several pinches of freshly ground pepper

Place the tomatoes in a bowl and pour 2 cups of boiling water over them. Cover with a plate and let soak for about 15 minutes.

In a blender or food processor, grind the almonds to a powder. Use a slotted spoon  or tongs to remove the tomatoes from the water (don't discard the water) and add them to the almonds. Add the remaining ingredients and puree, adding up to 1/4 cup of the tomato water and scraping down the sides often until smooth.

Cover and chill for at least an hour.


But here's the thing: they suggest putting it on a pita with a cucumber slice and sprouts. DO THIS. It makes it magical. Crackers work too.

And then I made a Jicama-watercress-avocado salad with spicy citrus vinaigrette, also from Veganomicon. I'm not going to share that recipe, you'll just have to buy the book.

Oh, and then there were the icy treats. Apparently I don't eat ice cream as often as I make it, so I had a watermelon sorbet, a gin & tonic sorbet, an olive oil ice cream, and a honey lavender ice cream in my freezer. I can't be sure, but I think most people preferred the olive oil ice cream over the honey lavender. I don't know, I was drunk on watermelon margaritas by this point.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

When Robins Cry

I'm not afraid of birds, I just think they're creepy, unnatural beasts. With their beady little eyes, ability to fly, sharp beak thingies, and prehistoric scaly claw-feet, they just need to go back to Paleolithistan.

But today while on a walk with my dog Harper, he turned around to sniff a robin standing on the sidewalk. It weird that the bird hadn't moved when Harper walked up, so I pulled Harper back and got closer myself. The bird didn't look injured, but it didn't move even as I moved my hand close. Its eyes weren't alert and wide, but it was obviously looking right at me. And it just STOOD THERE.

I don't know if birds can have a "look" in their eyes. I swear I've seen a look of intent as they've bombed my car. But between the body posture of the bird, its lack of movement as we got close, and the look in its eyes, I felt bad for the bird. It honestly looked like it had lost its will to live and was just begging to be put out of its misery.

I walked away slightly disturbed. A few steps away I saw what might've been the reason for what I saw in the bird's eyes. A tiny, dead bird in the middle of the sidewalk.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Motorcyclin' to Moab


Being one of the sportiest motorcycles in the Harley Davidson line, my VRod is not the most comfortable bike for long trips. You can buy accessories that make it more comfortable - things like firmer seats, windshields, and saddle bags. But I have none of these. Well, I have a windshield, but somehow I didn't think about bringing it on my trip to Moab. And so sets the tone for our adventure.

Courtney sent out a text message asking who wanted to join her and Michael for a motorcycle road trip. I waffled, knowing how uncomfortable my trip from Idaho Falls had been, where I had picked up my bike from the eBay seller. But Courtney is some kind of convincinator, and I agreed to go the day before they were leaving. It was me, Courtney & Michael on their touring-style Honda, and their friend Paul on his Honda Shadow.

Knowing the weather would be unpredictable, I wore my leathers - a lined leather jacket and chaps. I had packed everything I needed into an old backpack, save for my huge, 15 year old sleeping bag which I bungeed to my bike on the back.

We left Courtney & Michael's house shortly after 10am on Friday, and after a quick stop in Spanish Fork, we were on our way to Moab on the scenic route of US Highway 89.

We knew we were going to hit some cold spots, specifically through Ephraim, which was going to have a high of 40F. It turned out to be fairly warm through that beautiful stretch between US 6 and Salina. As we fueled up in Salina for our long, 110 mile stretch on I-70, Michael told us that the coldest was behind us. I think his words were "It only gets warmer from here."

In our weather gear

Well, after a few dozen miles we started to hit wet asphalt, evidence of rain on the pavement and in the sky ahead. I didn't mind the drizzle or the mist that passing cars sprayed because my leathers kept me comfortable. But we soon decided to stop so the others could put on their rain gear.  It really wasn't a moment too soon because then we ran into rain, and at the highest point there was even had snow on the ground. It only gets warmer my ass.

After a stop in Green River to get a burger at Ray's Tavern, we made our final push to Moab. The idea was to get a spot at the Slickrock campground and head back into town for a drink. Well, there wasn't a single available camping spot at the campground. We even drove on a washboard dirt road to find the overflow camping, to no avail. Threatening clouds loomed, so we turned around, determined to find something in another area.

Dirty, dirty bike

Too late. We were hit with a downpour, rain so heavy and fast that we could've all sworn it was hail for at first. We couldn't drive fast because of the road, which was perfectly suited to hold the water in its depressions and splash us if we didn't pick a good line. Michael got to a point where he couldn't see and was driving blindly *with a passenger* on this bad road. The decision was quickly made to just find a hotel room and split the cost.

Sunset from Eddie McStiff's

Moab was strangely busy, almost like Easter weekend for the Jeep Safari. We probably lucked out when we found the last room of the second hotel we tried. Dinner was at Eddie McStiff's, and we were in bed by 10:30, all of us sore and exhausted from the 300+ miles we had ridden over 7 hours.


After a late breakfast at The Love Muffin Cafe (employees wore t-shirts that said "Go down on our muff"), we headed off to Arches National Park. I've been to Arches dozens of times, but never on a motorcycle. It was brilliant. The weather was perfect, the roads were curvy and open, and the scenery was so much better than what you get from the inside of a car.

Me, Michael and Courtney

We stopped at Balanced Rock and a few random viewpoints, but once Courtney found out that Michael had never seen Delicate Arch, the convincinator worked her magic and coaxed us all into a death march to see the arch. 1 and a half miles; me in my riding boots and jeans, Michael in his flannel-lined jeans, and Paul in his long johns AND flannel-lined jeans. It was perfect riding weather, but it wasn't perfect hiking-in-your-long-johns weather. Once we got to the the arch Paul took off his long johns despite the huge crowd up there, deciding that if anyone gave him grief he'd just act French.

The road ahead

With enough sun to burn my freshly shaven head, we stopped for lunch at Pasta Jays in Moab, and then headed home. Once again we ran into rain and heavy winds, but it wasn't until we jumped on one of the nation's deadliest stretches of highway, US Route 6 between Price and Spanish Fork, that we got downpour rains. Luckily this rain didn't last too long because my helmet would not quit fogging up, making it really difficult to navigate the curvy wet road.

Paul, Michael, me

Despite the rain, wind, cold and uncomfortable motorcycle, the trip was a blast. Courtney, Michael, and Paul were great traveling companions and they kept me laughing. I definitely want a more comfortable seat if I do a trip like that again, but otherwise I'd do it again in a heartbeat.