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Welcome to my Web site. My name is Chris, and I’ll be your host. I live in Austin, Texas, with my partner, Ray, and our child dog, Mocha. You can read more about me, learn 100 random things about me, and if you’re wondering what the heck a khowaga is, click here. Feel free to browse, read, and leave comments!

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12 of 12: December 2009

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

I was a bit stunned to realize that it’s December already!  Winter has moved in somewhat, as evidenced by the blizzard we got a week ago down here in the ATX, but listening to NPR, I was shocked by the realization that it’s only been a year since Bernard Madoff entered the lexicon – indeed, it’s only been a year since the word “bailout” was introduced as well.

Does that mean it’s been a long year?  Or a short one?

This is my 11th 12 of 12 for the year—my perfect record was ruined because I didn’t manage to do one in October (it would, frankly, have sent me ‘round the bend).  Bah.

9:41 am: Coffee

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Cafe Yaucono, imported personally by yours truly from Puerto Rico, where they know what coffee is supposed to taste like.  (I brought back five pounds of the stuff and vacuum packed it).  Cafe Yaucono was chosen as the unanimous favorite by five out of five supermarket employees quizzed by yours truly as they walked by and were asked, “Cual de estos cafes es lo mejor?”

10:20 am: Time to make the jelly

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As I lamented the other day, shortly before the hard freeze that hit last weekend, I ran out to salvage what was left of the crop off of the chili and pepper plants that started to produce again in October.  What this did was stick me with a half pound of habanero chilis, which are ridiculously hot – most salsas that use them call for half a chili, whereas I had over 30 to do something with. While I like to make my own salsa, the prospect of using all thirty up half a chili at a time was not one that I found attractive.

My Facebook pal Claire – haven’t seen her since high school, but that’s the beauty of Facebook – found a solution online in the form of a recipe for cranberry habanero jelly.  Over the years, one of the taste combinations that I’ve grown to love is spicy/sweet.  Not coincidentally, I’m a big fan of the locally produced raspberry-chipotle sauce, and its cousins that combine mango, ginger and habaneros, and peaches and habaneros.  Problem is, when peach season hit (and it hits nicely in the Texas Hill Country – you can buy a bushel at a roadside stand very cheaply), I had no habaneros.  Now that I have habaneros, the peaches are out of season.  Cranberries are a nice, seasonal alternate.

10:58 am: Simmer down now

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Admit it.  You’ve always wanted to see what a slurry of 3 cups of white vinegar, two cups of seeded, diced habaneros, three cups of diced red bell pepper, and a cup each of fresh and dried cranberries looks like when it’s simmering in a pot.

11:11 am: My Smart Stick is Smarter than your Disco Stick

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I don’t use my immersion blender nearly enough.  This was right before I added the 14 cups of sugar.

11:30 am: A Wet Dog is an Unhappy Dog

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I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Mocha hates water and getting wet.  But she smelled, so it was time for a bath, which involved much sulking.

11:57 am: An Unhappy Dog is a Sulky Dog

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Not to toot my own horn, but this may be the best photo I’ve ever taken of Mocha.

12:17 pm: The haul

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Back at the stove, with the fruit pectin mixed in and the jelly all ladled out into individual jars.  It’s heavy on the spicy, that’s for sure.  I bought a bunch of small jars that will be used as office gifts.

12:54 pm: Boil, dammit

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It took forever for the water to come to a boil so that I could start sealing the jars.  What they say about watched pots is true.

3:20 pm: Can we go now?

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Lunch and a couple of shows on the DVR later, Mocha starts getting a little restless because it’s time for her W-A-L-K, and she’s not going to let us forget it.

7:51 pm: At the Cajun Christmas Party

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Ray’s coworker Elisa throws a Cajun Christmas party every year, ‘cos she’s a born and bred Louisiana girl.  And let’s be honest: Etouffe is just another way of saying “in lots of butter.”  There’s absolutely no bad there.

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For much of the evening, I was seated in front of the rum cake and other desserts.  I was very good … although the yogurt coated pretzels did prove to be my weakness.  Whatevs.  I just won’t eat tomorrow.

10:07 pm: Homeward Bound

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I don’t know why it is that I like playing with long exposures when I’ve been drinking (this one was a 2 second exposure … and, no, I wasn’t driving – give me some credit), but I do.  I think it matches my state of mind.

And that was MY 12th.  How was yours?

Holiday endcap

Thursday, December 27th, 2007

Last time on Ramblings of a Hopeless Khowaga: Claudette discovered that Emilio was sleeping with Consuela, but the father of Consuela’s child remains unknown. Nora stopped Denny from taking over the corn cob holder company, but not before discovering that Kenny has been working with the Singleton Syndicate to feed them inside information since the beginning. Alicia’s rare brain fever gave her a new outlook on life and her relationship with her adopted father, her step father, and her real father, once it was finally revealed that they’re all the same person.

Nah, I’m just playin’ ya. You didn’t actually miss any of that, although wouldn’t it have been interesting if you had?

It’s been a quiet week around these parts. I spent the weekend with my folks … which is much less stressful than it used to be, now that they live twenty miles away. I get to sleep in my own bed and when I get really bored I can call it a day and go home. Family ties are great that way, ain’t they?

On Saturday we went wining in the Texas Hill Country and stopped out in Fredericksburg, which is the German kitsch capital of the Hill Country. Originally it was founded by German migrant families — one of whom was the Nimitz family of WWII fame — and now there’s a museum out there devoted to Admiral Nimitz (that part’s pretty small) and the new, much larger George Bush Museum of the Pacific War, which details every battle that took place in the Pacific arena while managing to be slightly factually inaccurate at the same time (I loved the bit where they kept talking about the “Ottoman Turk Empire” and described how after World War I, Britain created Saudi Arabia as a colony. Stuff you just don’t learn in grad school!).

My father has no sense of culinary adventure, and when we arrived in Fredericksburg, the aforementioned kitsch capital of the Hill Country, with its Main Street that has street signs in German (how quaint!) and the eight billion antique shops and bierhauses, he decided to pull into the parking lot at Chilis, at which point my usual reserve (shut up) gave out and I simply said, “Seriously?”

The resultant lunch at the biergarten was quite lovely, thank you for asking.

A few bottles of wine later, and it was a nice Saturday.

Christmas itself was a quiet affair, just the three of us, since Ray spends the holidays with his family and it’s better all around if I’m not there. My mother continually asked if this bothers me, but it’s something I’ve come to accept in the years that we’ve been together and it’s the best solution we’ve managed to work out. I just don’t think that going to visit his family would be a good idea, not at this point. Welcome to the wonderful world of gaydom.

Ray came back yesterday, after I redeemed myself for last year’s faux pas when I went to the Crate and Barrel after Christmas sale and didn’t buy anything. This year, I was right in line when they opened, and the line was short … er than last year’s. Still, I managed to snag some nice stuff.

And now I’m in post-holiday debt. Actually, I’m not in debt yet, but my savings account ain’t looking too good at this point. So much for that end-of-year bonus. Ugh.

I hope you’ve all managed to survive the holidays in one piece and that you’re having a merry, safe time wherever you happen to be!

It’s Salsa Day!!

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Friday was another one of my use-it-or-lose-it days off from work (actually, I don’t lose them: anything in excess of a pre-set maximum number of vacation hours converts to sick time at the end of the year. The problem is that at this point I could be out sick for seven months — but I need a doctor’s note after the third day. :roll: )

So, I sat around on me’ bum for a while and got slaughtered on the latest level of Ratchet and Clank (sewer monsters … ugh). And then I hauled my fat posterior to the grocery store so that I could fill my prescriptions and pick up items — I do love the wide variety of products our grocery store offers, it’s just impossible to navigate on weekends or evenings. The pharmacist told me that it was going to take at least 30 minutes to fill my prescription, so I grabbed a shopping cart and wandered through produce … and then it happened.

I saw the celestial light beaming down from the heavens onto a display of green, pointy goodness.

Yes, that’s right, my children: the hatch chilies are coming into season!!!

Hatch chilies are one of the New Mexico chile specialties. They’re named for the town around which they are most commonly grown and range from mild to spicy to blow-your-head-off-hot. They come into season around Labor Day (American Labor Day) and our grocery chain usually sells them in massive quantities.

In fact, as I was greedily stuffing the first of what would be four bursting-at-the-seams produce bags with the chilies, a woman came along and picked up an entire box of them and put it in her cart.

Me: “And I thought I was excited that they were in season … ”

After I went to New Mexico and saw all of the practical applications of green-chile based products, I decided that when the hatch chilies came out this year that I would buy in bulk and make salsas and green chile sauce and store it for the rest of the year.

So, eight pounds of chilies, four pounds of tomatillos, two pounds of tomatoes, four cloves of garlic, and a bunch of cilantro later I left the store with my new weekend project.

And so, Saturday was Salsa Day.

Hatch Green Chile Salsa

And here’s how I did it.

Step 1: Remove the gay basil plant from my work area:

Moving Gay Basil Plant

As you can see, he’s getting pretty big. He also enjoys being outside more often, but still screams loud and clear whenever he wants to come inside or if he’s not getting enough water. He is such a drama queen.

Step 2: Prep the grill for chile roasting:

Get the Grill Ready

OK, so you’ll notice that I’ve lined the grill with aluminum foil. The temperature on our grill is hard to control, and the first batch of chilies that I roasted burned so badly that in several cases not only did the skin blister (which is good) but the flesh underneath charred (which is bad). This actually worked out better for me.

Step 3: Load up the chilies:

Start Charrin’

OK, so this is how I did it. New Mexican roast chile enthusiasts will probably have a heart attack reading this bit, but WAH.

Hot chilies on the right, mild on the left. Grill on hot, indirect heat, for about ten minutes. At this point, the parts of the chilies that were in contact with the foil were black and blistery (I didn’t take pictures – my hands got a little messy for camera holding). I turned them over, let them roast another couple of minutes and then turned the grill off without opening the cover. I let them sit for another five minutes, then unloaded all of the chilies into a stock pot and covered it with plastic wrap:

Steamin Chilies

The trick here, children, is to wait until the chilies are completely cooled down. This may take a while, but if you’re patient, the skins will slide off like a jacket. Trust me on this one: no matter how easy you think the skins are coming off while they’re still warm, it’s nothing compared to how easy it will be once they’ve completely cooled.

If there are any chilies that are being a bit resistant or their skins haven’t loosened enough, you can steam them for a couple of minutes and let them cool.

Step 4: Peel the Tomatillos

Peel the Tomatillos

Despite their name, tomatillos aren’t actually green tomatoes, nor are they related to tomatoes at all. They’re actually relatives of the gooseberry. Bet you didn’t know that, did ya?

Anyway, when you get a batch of fresh tomatillos, you’ve got to remove the husks and wash off the sticky stuff underneath.

Tomatillo-ey Goodness

For salsa, you really want to roast the garlic (not pictured: wrap a head of garlic in aluminum foil and put it in the oven or grill for 30 minutes), tomatoes and tomatillos.

I prefer to start out on indirect heat — if they need to be blackened, I’ll move them over to direct heat at the end. On indirect heat, let them sit for at least half an hour. The skins on the tomatoes should be splitting and the tomatillos should have ‘muddied’ their color a little bit – they’re the color of ripe green apples raw, they should look a little more like spoiled green apples (in color only!) when roasted:

Roastin’ ‘maters

Step 5: Time to make the salsa!

All the ingredients, lined up in a row

OK, here’s how you do it:

  • 8 green chilies (hatch are preferable, otherwise generic New Mexico green chilies. If those aren’t available you can use eight anaheim chilies plus two jalapeños, roasted as above.) The chilies should be roasted, peeled, and have the stems, seeds, and ribs removed.
  • 4 tomatoes, roasted, with the skins removed.
  • 5 tomatillos (about half a pound), roasted.
  • 1-2 cloves roasted garlic (to taste – I love garlic)
  • 1/2 white onion, peeled, quartered, and roasted in a dry pan
  • 2 tablespoons (i.e., a decent sized sprig) cilantro
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp cumin

Stick it all in a blender and puree until nice and smooth.

Step 6: Chill and enjoy!

Final Product

I always find that the salsa needs time for the flavors to mingle – plus, a good number of the ingredients are likely still warm. Put the salsa in the fridge until cool or overnight before serving.

Step 7: Realize that you’ve spent so much time making salsa that you forgot to get anything ready for dinner. Order a pizza.

And I hope your weekends were salsa-riffic!

More goodies

Sunday, April 29th, 2007

No inspiration for a new post, so we’ll go the desktop wallpaper route.

Click on the thumbnail for a larger view — Don’t forget, there’s more stuff on the download page.

Annatto Plantation thumbnailDoor to St. Francis de Neri Church, Albuquerque

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