Category Archives: Etc.

Rinse and Repeat

Shampoo effect is not just for beer drink, it can also be applied to good recipes.  I posted this last January after a long Christmas holiday.  The beauty of this recipe, is that you can substitute just about any kind of meat…….including leftover Thanksgiving turkey!

Las Campanas Green Chile Stew

2 lb russet potatoes, cubed

1 ½ medium white onion, chopped

10 cloves garlic, chopped

2 t oregano

32 oz green chiles *

28 oz can whole tomatoes, drained and quartered

12 oz bottle Dos Equis Lager

28 oz chicken stock

2 lb pork butt, cubed **

3 T canola oil

Salt and Pepper to taste

Warm Flour Tortillas

In a large stock pot over medium-high heat, add 2 T oil, pork butt, salt and pepper to taste.  Brown pork for 4 to 6 minutes, remove from pot and set aside.  Reduce heat to medium; add remaining oil and onions, sauté for 3 to 4 minutes or until the onion start to become translucent.  Add garlic and oregano, sauté for 1 minute.  Next add chiles and tomatoes, sauté for 3 to 4 minutes.  Finally add browned pork, potatoes, beer, chicken stock and simmer until potatoes are fork tender, approximately 1 to 1.5 hours.  Serve with warm tortillas.

* Canned green chiles can differ greatly.  Depending on the level of heat that you can tolerate, it is best to start out with 50% hot chiles and 50% mild.

**  For Thanksgiving leftover turkey, omit directions for cooking meat and add turkey 5 to 7 minutes prior to eating in order to warm it up.

Twisted Epilogue:  “It’s the thought that counts” is total bull schit!

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The Last Supper

As a return to blogging, I must warn you, this one is weak…….

By now, most of you are aware there is urinal etiquette.  Male walks into an unoccupied restroom, his only urinal choice is to pick the furthest from the door.  Next male enters, his only choice is the urinal furthest from the occupied urinal.   So on and so forth (see Dave Barry’s Guide to Guys).  However, last night, while eating at a fancy steak joint, I encountered a new urinal conundrum, urinal hierarchy.  There were three urinals to choose from, and they were tiered.  Do I choose the one furthest from the door, which happens to be the tallest????  No, I don’t want people to think I am the big swinging “D”, which I am not.  Hell, I wasn’t even paying tonight.  Do I choose the furthest from the Grande???  No, then I might have an inferiority complex.  Do I pick the one in the middle????  Hell no, that will break the cardinal rule of urinal etiquette…..You can obviously see my conundrum.  So, being the indecisive person I am, ….turned around, walked through the main dining area, past our table, out the front door and relieved myself in the bushes next to the valet stand.  I have been “encouraged” not to come back.

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The Last Hurrah

With summer coming to an end, I need to get off my phat ass and get the creative juices flowing once again.  In the meantime, here is the last of the summer re-retreads….

Religious Pilgrimage

Before you turn and run, I ask for a little latitude on this subject.  I know religion may give many of you tired head.  Heck it gives me tired head too.  And I know you don’t typically talk about religion in a food blog.  But religion is something that is a part of most God fearing individuals.  Different from person to person, religion is a product of our upbringing; it is a symbol of our heritage.  It’s a definition of who we are and what we believe.  Be it Arabs or be it Jews or be it Christians, at one time or another, most true believers journey to Mecca in order to achieve religious enlightenment and pay homage to their creator.

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Old, Worn Out, “Tired”

In an effort not to disappoint, here is retread Dos!

Maui Waui

Grilling season is here in Texas and what better way to kick it off than a bar-b-que with friends.  In Texas, the carnage of choice is beef, steak in particular.  However, currently being under-employed, I am not willing to spend my whole government check on booze and beef; unless of course, I am the primary consumer.  Spam Burgers and Strawberry Hill sound more appropriate for my friends.

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Salt of the Earth

I must deviate from my original plan, but all for good reason.

Too often in life, we wonder around this silly little world trying to figure out who we are and/or what we want to be.  But, ever so often, you happen across someone who is quite comfortable in his skin and always true to himself.  Regardless of the situation or circumstance, this unique character embraces his nitch in life and everyday he is thankful for it.  I can think of no one more befitting this honorable description than Mr. Jim.

With a name like Stratbucker, it is no wonder that Mr. Jim was stubborn as a mule.  Steadfast in his beliefs, no expert could convince him otherwise……”You,you,you see, yooou, see ….that’s not the way we do it in Nebraska.”  And trust me, if it “isn’t the way they do it in Nebraska”, then by God, it wasn’t the way.

But as stubborn as he may have been, his kindness had no equal.  Never in it for the attention, Mr. Jim was always quick to serve and there to lend a helping hand.  Be it tending to the orchard, digging a ditch,  or re-plumbing a “pressure tank”, Mr. Jim was always there ready for the task at hand.

This past week, we lost a great man.  I can only imagine that he left this world with a grin on his face and a hoe in his hand, busy at work preparing the path we will one day travel.  God speed Mr. Jim, you will truly be missed.


Dr. Phil

You ever get so mad at your kids, that blood starts shooting out the corners of your eyes and knowing it is not appropriate to just pull over and beat their ass, you decide to take the only thing that matters (i.e.  their Iphone) and throw it out the window just to make a point…….yeah, me neither.

Parenting can be tricky business; parenting girls can be even trickier.  Up until recently, my parenting habits and skills were shaped by the raising of three boys.  Aside from the obvious anatomical differences, parenting boys is very different than parenting girls.  If a boy screws up, you get on to him, send him to his room and twenty minutes later you are outside throwing the football like nothing happened.  Do that to a girl….well, it has been six weeks now and I am still waiting for her to come out of her room other than just to eat dinner.

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Dos Anos

A wise man once told me duty is a cruel master, which may be the reason Dos Anos is proving to be much harder than Year 1.  Sure there were times last year when I was in a funk “My Apologies”, but those seemed to be short-lived.

Since rejoining the rank and file of the employed and under-appreciated, my creative give a schit meter has been pegged in the red.  No longer am I drinking to inspire creativity; I am now drinking to get through day.  For weeks, I have lamented over what to write for my blog.  And for weeks, I have come up with nothing.  I will have to admit, I am starting to get concerned.  Either I am running out of good bullschit or I am becoming old and boring.  Hell, if this keeps up, I am going to be just another over-weight, Southern female cooking personality, with a voice that will peel paint off the wall.

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