I Do Not Like Ribs

There…I said it. I know it’s not a popular opinion. I come from a family of people who love ribs. We are always on the hunt for a great bbq restaurant, and one of the dishes each place is judged by is their ribs. To me, ribs are too messy and just really stingy with the meat. I would rather have a pork chop. Or a steak.

So when ribs come in my monthly butcher box, I usually give them away to friends. For some reason, this month, I felt compelled to give them another try. I started them out in the slow cooker for ease, and then finished them off under the broiler. I like those crispy bits. And I just kind of made up a recipe.

Here’s what I did:

  • I started by pouring about 1/3 of a bottle of Modelo Negra (dark beer) into the bottom of my slow cooker. This turned out to be key. I could taste a hint of the beer in the ribs…delicious.
  • I added 1 medium sliced onion and a just a drop of liquid smoke.
  • I coated the ribs with equal parts seasoning salt, garlic and onion powder, cajun spice, ground black pepper, cumin, and smoked paprika.
  • Then I just cooked on high until the last time I checked them (about 5 hours later) a bone came apart from the meat.
  • I pulled the ribs gently out of the slow cooker and placed them on an oven broiler pan.
  • I carefully (because the ribs are hot and falling apart) brushed them with my favorite barbeque sauce, Johnny’s Adobo Tequila Bold Sauce…a giant bottle I bought at Costco, of course. And I don’t even like tequila.
  • I placed them under the broiler for 5-10 minutes (keep your eye on them) until there were a few crispy spots.

I think a lot really does depend on the quality of the ribs. My butcher meat comes from animals raised with ethical practices, no antibiotics, and who are given quality feed. Buy ribs from a butcher you trust, and you’ll have better luck with the amount of edible meat. The slow cooker method also tends to break down the fat, and makes it part of the flavor rather than an unappetizing part of the texture.

I’m going to be thinking about these ribs for a long time.

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It’s Almost Fall…so let’s make some pumpkin muffins

The mornings have been cooler this last week, and we even had a couple of days of rain. My colleagues and I have started to plan to teach our first graders virtually to begin the year, which brings with it some very challenging circumstances. But everything is going to be fine.

So in the midst of developing schedules and learning expectations, I made pumpkin chocolate chip muffins. These are moist and delicious, and they have just the right spice mixture to soothe an anxious teacher’s heart. The recipe can be found here. Don’t be worried about the mixture of pumpkin and semi sweet chocolate chips. They really balance each other well, and I haven’t met anyone who didn’t enjoy these muffins.

As always, I have some modifications for this recipe:

  • The recipe’s author offers this substitution for the pumpkin pie spice:

1 1/2 teaspoons cinnamon, 1/2 teaspoon nutmeg, 1/2 teaspoon ginger, 1/4 teaspoon allspice. I also add 1/2 teaspoon cloves. You can’t go wrong with cloves.

  • Don’t skip topping each muffin with 3 or 5 chocolate chips before you bake (odd numbers are more decorative). It really does make them look fancy.

A big thank you to the author of this recipe for spreading so much happiness.

Happy Fall, y’all!

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Carrot Cake…with a little less guilt

I have a great recipe for carrot cake. It calls for a lot of ingredients, takes a really long time, and I only make it for people I really care about impressing. And besides liking how the cake tastes, they aren’t really that impressed because they have no idea how work intensive it is…so there’s that.

I recently found this recipe for a smaller version that seems a little easier. And during this pandemic I often find myself wanting something sweet, but not wanting that sweet thing hanging around for days.

Of course, I had to alter the recipe a bit. Here’s what I did:

  • I doubled the recipe to fit into an 8 x 8 baking pan. I’ve never heard of a 7 x 5 pan…picture frames yes, pans no.
  • I added a pinch of ginger, cloves, and freshly ground nutmeg. Yes, I’m adding more ingredients, but these spices probably comprise my favorite flavor profile, so I couldn’t miss the opportunity to include them.
  • I skipped the included frosting and used my favorite recipe, which you can find about halfway down the page here. There is something about a lemon-zested frosting on carrot cake that I can’t resist. And although the cake is small, I used the full frosting recipe. I know.

A huge thank you to the bakers whose recipes I reference. Happy quarantining.

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My Friend Has Chickens

On Saturday morning I visited a colleague’s home. He lives just a short distance away on a nice piece of property. He’s worked hard over the years building a pleasant garden, planting flowers, repairing a chicken coop, updating his small, vintage home. He has the kind of property that can seem idyllic. Lots of space, nice tall trees to provide shade in the summer, but still some room for a sunny patch to grow vegetables, herbs, and roaming strawberries. He rescues plants his mom is ready to cast off. His dog roams the property looking for good places to roll around. And then, there are the chickens. Until recently, he had six or eight. But something was able to chew through the wire screening one night and feasted on many; leaving only two hens for my friend to care for. They are something to behold and seem to come from a storybook. They are what you see in your mind’s eye when you think of chickens: snowy white feathers and regal red combs. While I was there, one of them laid an egg and my friend rinsed it off and let me bring it home.

It’s one thing to get to know a coworker within the confines of your workspace. In our case, as teachers, we see each other’s personalities reflected in our classrooms, how we relate to each other, how we interact with the kids we teach. But to see a teammate in their own home can be more revealing. This is the space they chose and each chair, wall color, appliance has a story behind it. I’ll admit I was curious about where my colleague called home. I know him to be a talented teacher, a strong member of our teaching team, well-liked by our school staff because, in part, of his positive nature. But I wondered about his own personal space and what it would reveal about him. Reflecting on my Saturday visit, I was reminded of the quote attributed to Maya Angelou: “People may not remember exactly what you did, or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.” One day I won’t remember the details of my visit to his house. But I will long remember how my friend made me feel: welcomed, inspired, warmed.

Now, what should I make with that egg?image_542400745920051

What Am I Doing?

I really don’t know. I impulsively created this site with the idea that I would use it to give myself a good excuse to write. Honestly, the only things I’ve really written in the past few years are obituaries. I’m reminded of a quote I was assigned in a college writing class…something about writing being like ripping open a vein and letting the blood pour out. That’s what writing obituaries for people you love is like. But they got some great reviews, and it was suggested I should start a blog.

So here I am, and here it is. And WordPress does a great job of giving me the stats on all my views and followers. Zero and zero. And I’m okay with that. Maybe this blog will just be for me. Maybe it will continue to be my little secret; all my own. I’ll just keep ripping open those veins and let the writing blood flow.