Now is the Thursday of our discontent and cheese.

so....

Many of my posts start off with...

so...

why is that? time to form a thought? I'm not an "um" or "ah" guy when speaking (please don't do that, just stop). Maybe I need a bit to get going, but once going, then you have to feign some sort of seizure or hear your mother calling to escape with some remains of sanity...

so..
 
It's Thursday (notice I didn't say "Its Thursday", in that case I would have had to explain what actually possesses Thursday that I was speaking/typing of (and really Thursday belongs to everyone, now that NBC has forsaken us). Bugs me almost as much as "moot" vs. "mute", by the way, mimes are both, and the all time bug Phrodaux word, "biweekly" which means both/either every other week or twice a week. Close enough, that every f-ing time someone uses that f-ing word they need to explain which f-ing meaning, they f-ing mean that defeats the whole f-ing point of having an f-ing word in the f-ing first f-ing place. f-ing.)

so.

It is Thursday (no contraction/possessive to worry about here), that means that it is one of my designated nights to cook (two nights a week are preordained).

(double, double,  toil and trouble, be it salmon burgers or cheesy sammiches? and please, please hold the baboon's blood, think of my cholesterol)

{FQ Sidebar: Except it's not. Thursday, that is. It's Sunday. This post took a while. So I'm up here fiddling with it while Phrodaux is downstairs making pizza (I did make the crust! And remember to buy cheese...I'm not a total slacker.) Anyway, maybe you read this now, maybe you wait until Thursday. For the effect and all. Or not. Up to you. Rebel.}

The other night is Sunday, but we shall not speak of Sunday today, as today is the day of Thor, and be the day/eve of cheese sandwiches or salmon burgers and the fries of the potato that be sweet and yammy that is what doth occur on Thor's day, not the day of the Sun, that would would be pizza, but I say too much... verily.


forsooth.

Have I mentioned salmon burgers and/or cheesy sammiches?

Now we are entering a "food portion" of our bloggy postings.

Thursdays are one of my fixed point days of cooking, it isn't like if something comes up, I'm still compelled to make the food, but it all started long ago, back when the FQ and I were busy people who did things like take yoga classes and bettering ourselves, as a note we are still busy people just less flexible busy people, and maybe some less bettering, but that would be judgmental, you morally bad, bad person. On yoga day, we would come home and be our indecisive selves and spin and spin and spin about what we wanted for dinner. At some point we were past the "we should have eaten something" but not yet to the "oh screw it, we'll have canola oil and couch stuffing."

or...

one thing I learned when I used to travel to Europe for work (another long story) is that at some point, you need to have pre-made some decisions, so first night was always seafood pizza and two wit beers at "La Fontana" otherwise it was "wander about Eindhoven until all the restaurants close and go to bed crazy (well, either way that was likely to happen, but maybe crazy and fed is better).

so..

on Thursday it is one of the nites that Phrodaux regularly cooks (have I mentioned this?)


Cheese sammiches.

there are two-ish versions. This is about "regular cheese sammiches" both come with potatoes (both sweet and potatoe-ee)

 (this would be the beginning of starchy portion of the dinner)

The starchy part.

 Starts by cutting up a sweet potato (garnet "yam", though I think yam mostly occur in Africa, but another story) and a yellow potato, then boiling in as much water as you can fit in your largest pot, with a tablespoon (ish, I don't measure) of baking soda for ~one to two minutes. The soda breaks down the cell of the tubers, and releases starches to the surface that makes for a nice crust.

once boiled, then drained, then back to the pot with olive oil, some butter (for the "flavor", quotes, more "quotes") and spices.

those would be, turmeric (which while may be good for being an anti-cancer, help with arthritis, Alzheimer’s disease, and stomach ulcers thing, is also yummy), smokey paprika, salt (which has been reported to drive demons from the good, but also maybe makes blood pressure higher), pepper, curry, cumin, etc., etc., etc (which may, blah, blah, blah, but also might boogidy, boogidy, boo)...

Then dumped onto the cookie sheet that you have been pre-heating in the oven for 450f the whole time that the water was pre-heating and starchies boiling. (did I forget to mention that, oops)

spread the fries out so they are not touching each other which makes them come out more crispy... (is "crispy" an absolute? like "wrong", "dead", "pregnant", or "republican", as a side, all things that should be avoided).

15 minutes in the oven at 450f (I have nothing "funny" to say about that, as long as "funny" is not absolute, like "republican")

 (this is the beginning of the cheesy portion of the dinner)

while the potatoes are ovenning...

cheese. About 4.5 to 5.5 oz of mozzarella (not the fresh kind, but the pizza kind), and sharp cheddar, grated together. (really, any combination of mozzarella and some more flavorful cheese, sometimes hard cheeses, some other combination. The mozzarella is for the rubber sandwich factor, a childhood reference)

Mix with an egg (stay with me), and sweet chili sauce (a tablespoon or two, yes, ish).

 (this is not a crime scene)

 (did I mention the guacamole? I make some version of guac, but blah, blah)

...so the bread. We use just store bought sourdough, though the Fairy Queen makes very very nice bread, the store version is taller and given that it is abused by Phrodaux's "cooking" (note the quotes, used "properly") is just fine, back up.

so the bread. Pan is oiled and buttered (oh baby) the bread is toasted on one side, then flipped. guac with green chilies added, and the cheese. Pre-toasted inside, then the other piece with the pre-toasted in.

I added some butter, because butter is love, and cardio pulmonary disease, and love.

Toast all four slices of bread side one in oil/butter,  then flip two pieces, add goo and cheese, put the remaining pre-toasted with toasted in, on top.

grill until cheese is goo, and the bread down is starting to golden, flip.
(there is a potato step here from above, but you already know that)
 toast some more, until bread down is golden and cheese is starting to make a mess.

 (here is a cute dog, who monitors the prep'ing of dinner and letting us know that the Costco chewies are not up to his high standards, you cheap bastages)

 (this would be the potatoe-ee part of dinner, fresh out of the oven, note the spacing, makes for more crispy, or just "crispy" if "crispy" is an absolute, unlike "zaftig")

The potatoes, they are in for about 20mins, about 15min in the sandwiches go on the fire. When the timer goes off, you flip the sands. you also take the fries out and shuffle them. Mostly to piss them off, but also to try to get more even toastieness (is toasty absolute?)

Turn off the oven, the residual heat be enough, verily. Once the sandwiches are done, the fries are good. Now dish. I can't believe she is wearing that, mee-yow.

 (the sammich stands alone, like "the cheese" which... stands... alone... I'm batman)

  (looks like dinner)

 (home made catsup, katchup, katsup, whatevers, though yummy, is not that different than that you can buy for much less than you can make it for, just sayin', like vasectomies, yes, you can do it at home, but better to leave it to those with better tools.)

{FQ Sidebar: For the longest time, I've wanted to make ketchup, condiment of choice in Fairy Queen world, along with peanut butter and Dijon mustard. Note to all: BUY YOUR KETCHUP. Pay the $3 with a smile on your face because otherwise, this is what awaits you: 7 pounds of tomatoes, 4 hot, steamy (not the sexy kind of steamy) hours, endless straining - marry well, ladies, Phrodaux did ALL the straining - and at the end of it all, when you're sick of everything and just want to go swimming already, you have 5 half pint jars. Buy your ketchup and be grateful.}

 (here is where FQ says "are you going to feed me, or keep taking f-ing pictures)

 (phrodaux keeps taking pictures)

(my plate is the cleaner one, as I am a tidy, tidy person... shut up, I'm a delicate flower...though apparently I may have eaten my fork)

...soon will come pizza, which is the other Phrodaux biweekly (twice a week) dinner.

And that's why the Nubie is a champ

Our poor guy Nubie has always kind of been the second string sort of dog. He joined us when the late, great Odin was still in his prime, and that was a dog that lived up to his name. Anubis, despite the big and portentous name, never stood a chance to be the rock star in the house. Rather, he was Nubie, because much of the world seemed brand new and possibly slightly threatening (while Odin was scared of not one single thing on the planet).

HOWEVER. We realized recently that while Mo gets most of the time & photos on this here blog type thing, Nubie is in fact a rock star after all.

He quietly reminded us of this during a recent week (a whole week! 9 straight days!) at the farm. There was cousin play (two more westies for a few days), where he got to be off leash all the time because he's the only one who won't run blindly off in pursuit of deer, mice, or bug shadows. There was creek swimming and rock hopping and long walks and all that stuff. But somewhere in there the FQ got a hankering for new scenery, so we went off on a little field trip to this purty spot, Clear Lake.

Attribution: Gary Halvorson, Oregon State Archives(see, FQ follows rules)

I did my homework, checking out the details of the hike: 4.6 miles, seemed doable. We packed snacks and water and leashes and beasts and off we went. Well, this day was HOT. And I had clearly not packed enough water. And the direction we started off in took us away from the lake for way too long. At some point we started to doubt the wisdom of this particular walk and the accuracy of that 4.6 miles (which, at the time, I remembered as 4.3 but who is counting?).

After a while, Phrodaux and I started to worry about Nubie: 11 year old dog on a long, hot hike. There was a lot of panting, but nothing more than regular interest in drinking. After a while we realized that the panting was mostly about being FIRST on the trail. Get out of the way, Mo, Nubie coming through!

This is not a swimming lake, too deep and cold. But there are many little paths down to the water's edge for toe dunking, boats, etc. Once we were all really hot and sweaty and crabby, Nubie turned into Lake Access Inspector. This place? Yeah, works. There he'd be, belly down in the cold water, lapping it up at the same time. This place? No, muddy or serpent-filled or otherwise no good - keep moving. And he'd herd us all back up to the trail.

Finally we made it all the way around the lake and expected both boys to crash out in the back seat on the way home. Here is Mo, wiped out:

But here is Nubie, saying, as far as we can tell, 4.3, 4.6 whatever. Bring it on. With treats, please.

His response to this high-exertion day got us thinking about all the other ways that Anubis is a super hero with amazing powers. Such as:

• Dowsing: This guy can find belly-dunking water whenever it's needed.

•  Object Distinction: The whole toy vs. pillow thing is too much for Mr. Mo to grasp. But Nubie totally gets it.

• Bedding Compiler: If the question is, how many pillows and blankets does it take to make Nubie comfortable, the answer is always At least one more.
  
  

•  Camera Eluder: Anubis has an uncanny ability to move the instant the camera clicks. This post would have been done a long time ago if he'd hold still more often.

Check out this one: Bedding & Blur, all in one!

It's been a summer of major farm time, lots of walks, swims, guests, adventures. As far as we can tell, Nubie is OK with all that. I think the caption that goes with this picture is: What next?

 

Flowers

Look, I know that gardens are about lots of things: form and structure and pattern and balance and texture and space and so on.

And in our garden here at home you must add to that list FOLIAGE and THORNS. Sometimes both at once. (Phrodaux here: don't forget stench and fire!)

This is certainly not a cute cottagey cutting garden, that's for sure. But sometimes, a girl just needs some flowers.

They can be just plain old purty (as Phrodaux would say),

 Or pretty but elusive (8 feet up in the air, hiding behind the Davidia leaves),

 Or a stunning shade of blue with wicked spikes.

 

Then again, any flower armed like this is a friend of mine. 

It's good if they are all trumpety, to attract hummingbirds,

And nice if they are colors seldom seen.

 

When all is said and done, though, it's the mutants from outer space
that really float my boat. 

So there you have it, a few little pretty bits from around here. A big nod to all real photographers...this close up thing is HARD. And the light, why is that so tricky? The FQ has a lot to learn. Thanks for sticking with us while she does.

an actual before, and other crap...

ok, you might want to sit down.
Maybe get a cold beverage and some nice, nice salty snax, but that part is up to you. We don't judge (we really really do, but not about a nice cold beverage and salty snax).

we (phrodaux) put in a new light fixture from one of out favorite places (yes, it is a store Mr./Mrs./Ms. judgy pants, but they are nice and have really good coffee) Schoolhouse electric. We may have mentioned them before, as they are super nice and their stuff is the bomb (yes, I said "the bomb," wow, I can just hear the eyes rolling and I wrote this long before you read it, I'm just that good, some would say "Phrodaux, you be the bomb", just saying).

where was I?

yes, sitting, salty snax...

this would be... wait for it...build suspense...yes, I'm a bit of a jerk...

The "BEFORE PICTURE!" release the pigeons and hounds, alert the press (French, as that makes better coffee), and check for flurries (not furries, euyew) in places that don't usually see flurries (but likely do see furries, oddly enough, like hell and Phoenix, but I repeat, myself)

(this may be a "before" picture, but you definitely don't want to see the "after" that goes with it)

So, snax you say...

Before. 

(yes. I do sometimes get to the f'ing point, thank you very much)

Suitable for your "little house on the prairie cosplay, I look fab-u-lous in gingham by the way)

and... wait...

After.

so there.

We did also replace the light over the breakfast nook table a couple of weeks prior otherwise 2x the little house on the prairie. I of course was not happy with the location of the previous light, so had to move it (it was 8 inches off, and would not do. WOULD NOT DO!). Then there was the moving of the electrical box, the patching of the drywall, realizing that the ceiling paint isn't actually beige, but has become beige over 60 years, and I didn't want to paint the entire kitchen ceiling as that would have led to painting the entire interior of the house and maybe sacking of neighboring villages (it is a slippery slope) so some other solution was needed (a big white circle, I loaf it, and minimal sacking)

(there are always trade offs in home improvement)

oh yah, and the boys have graduated dog school. So we have that going for us.

 (actually for Anubis this was his post graduate work, but we can still call him Nubie, being family and all)

...and while we are at it. When the nice man running the estate sale says "the rug might have a slight odor", what that means in "garage sale" speak means "every cat since the pharaohs has used this as a toilet, and not just the healthy ones"

(do you see the little stink lines coming from this? you may wish to de-scent your monitor after viewing)

and just to finish off a random post.

(what the hell, Lake Oswego, really? just no. Bad Lake Oswego, bad)

Phrodaux out.