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It was JOYOUS to sit at a table like this again. Thank you so much for the amazing experience to all associated parties, but especially @out_inthefield and @peelerfarms Honorable mention to the dining companionship provided by @peacefulpork and @windyhilltx for the lamb... (at Peeler Farms) https://www.instagram.com/p/CVRoo_NNZhJM_mcpN7Mewpmyws1sY4T2NzfYUk0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Big day of relaxing & tunes. @bronxovision @dropkickmurphys and @rancid DETONATED @concretestreet last night. One of the greatest shows I've ever taken in. There was even a knee-down in mosh pit juice proposal right in front of me. She said yes. All the best to those wacky kids. Special shout-out to friends, old & new, who joined in the festivities. (at Corpus Christi, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUX_xYbl8Gmgt4C3DcS3VKa2XFV1V9bECYebug0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Living Colour. That's it. That's the post. (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUEbG4XNysfo-wDtNpagf59Br04RHTrioao2QU0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Coon-Ass Paella (Jambalaya). Many lives ago - and countless more moons - I got a job at a 'fine dining Cajun/Creole' restaurant in a tourist town. Next to my hometown, it was a quick commute. Owned by two characters; one was a high end wine snob, the other had been a Manager at Burger King. That was the sum total of their hospitality experience. The place was small & quaint, had live music (Artie Dix of The Ink Spots was a frequent guest vocalist), and was the poppin' fresh spot. I was happy with the FOH money I was making. ...but I wasn't happy in most other facets at the time. My Mom had recently passed, college was wiggly. I started thinking that I wanted a change somewhere, somehow. So when the Chef got fired & the kitchen staff turned over, I took a shot at coming on as a line/prep cook to fill some empty hours. A new Chef came on almost immediately, and they were light years ahead of the old tong jockey. We became a scratch kitchen, fresh recipes were implemented, we stepped back from small army sized batches of sides that choked our small walk-in fridge. I learned more about cooking in a commercial kitchen in the 3 or 4 short months that I worked for that Chef than I think any Culinary school could teach you. Their work ethic, disposition, personality, and eagerness to teach me has stuck in my craw all these years. Seriously; like 25 years. Recently came across my Cajun/Creole recipe book that I started all those years ago while I was de-cluttering/reorganizing my room. Miracle that it's stayed in my possession through all these years. Planned (and unplanned moves), floods, absentmindedness, my penchant for sending books of all kinds to new homes... I've been making those recipes again; to remind myself that I still can, to adjust them based on my current palate, and to inform them with knowledge I've garnered rolling down life's lonesome road. Anyway, this one's for you @chefkevinmiller Jambalaya. Coon Ass Paella. (at Austin, Texas Y'all) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRxSmCMFY56zqyKSEDEtz6O1GV2pODg7aFRpV00/?utm_medium=tumblr
Hard to describe my state of mind most days. Not a worrisome statement, nor one a product of my typically maudlin North Atlantic/European lineage. The Big Wheel of my mental Showcase Showdown is always spinning, settling on whatever the day's mental energy dollar amount is going be. Not concerning swings of mood or mental energy; not so bad as to interfere with the daily operation of this bone Mecha swathed in Long Pig armor, piloted by millivolt neuronal firings, fueled by the slow burn of comestibles. Enough swings to be occasionally interesting. Every now and then, events beyond my ken & control force me to just put one foot in front of the other. Slog the trenches. Get out of bed against my better judgement, nevermind howling joints & muscles. Just coming out of one of those stretches, and much to my continued pleasure, I find that those I hold closest & dear are always with me during those slogs. I still cherish the same things I've always cherished, hold them in higher regard even. I still love my friends and continue to be disdainful of the C- general public. If I like you and talk to you on a semi-regular basis, you're more towards the ends of the bell curve. Blessing and a curse. Don't be too prideful. Thank you. @henri_herbert_piano pictured tearing through 'St. James Infirmary'. Laser guided hammer for a left hand, barely tamed Millipede for a right. Go see him when you can. (at Sagebrush Austin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPwebSql9BSmm4ZZisXlxEbrcAdQwtqWih7gWg0/?utm_medium=tumblr
We're living in a world in which we're all survived, targeted, herded, and indoctrinated to an unprecedented degree. Our fallen, debased state is ghastly. Our bodies have been transformed into profit-optimized enterprise zones, our minds have been hacked and neutered, our social milieus have been completely leached of authenticity.... Bro, we're living in the Kali Yuga, a Dark Age of petite bourgeoisie ideology whose resources and ruses are infinite and which ubiquitously permeates the world -- high culture, low culture, bienpensant media, prestige literature, pop music, commerce, sports, academia, you name it. The only reasonable response to the situation is to maintain an implacable antipathy toward everything. Denounce everyone. Make war against yourself. Guillotine all groveling intellectuals. That said, I think it's important to maintain a cheery disposition. This will hasten the restoration of Paradise. I've memorized this line from Andre Breton's magnificent homage to Antonin Artaud -- "I salute Antonin Artaud for his passionate, heroic negation of everything that causes us to be dead while alive." Given the state of things, that's what we need to be doing all the time -- negating everything that causes us to be dead while alive. - Mark Leyner (...so then I went to a baseball game as a Vax present to myself. Ate a sub-par pretzel, perfectly whelming nachos, and drank a couple of shitty beers. Had a great seat neighbor, excessively quoted Bull Durham, and heard a bullpen phone ring for the first time in my life. It was JOYOUS.) (at UFCU Disch–Falk Field) https://www.instagram.com/p/CNsSwXulmlwjbpWA8q77p62hVm1zX89GqafxaY0/?igshid=ydopzm12utl7
There's nowhere to go but up in a dive bar. You're there to drink. With rare exception. It's a third place. Not work, not home. No expectations of you other than to follow the sure-to-be-posted house rules (in Sharpie, usually on a piece of stained poster board), buy your hooch, and tip. Toe those lines and before you know it you'll have a bunch of brand new friends. Bartender first and foremost. On a recent small vacation, I found myself in a great, good place with a fantastic new friend. A beach place. Sand (and Hurricane) scoured wood floors, salt air patinated exposed metal, tropical/nautical tchotchkes decorating any available horizontal surface. Obligatory fish tank behind the bar. We were there at 10AM - hard to beat a beach bar Bloody Maria - as the first customers. Soon enough, every bar stool was filled. One of them by a gentleman named Les. Les stands a few inches taller than I, is just as broad across the shoulders, and lacks my thin layer of courtesy fat/zombie apocalypse caloric 'Go' bag. Impressive feats, all three. Possessed of the corded arms of a man who used to powerlift & labors for a living, but the happy set of a man who enjoys most things he does. We talked to Les for a spell and he told us that he was looking into retiring to the small island town. He's ready to hang up his tool belt for the last time. We asked if he had family that would be moving down with him; he told us he had grown children off on their own, but that his wife had passed away a few years prior. We expressed our sympathies and talk quickly moved on to happier things. Conversation eventually meandered to Les mentioning that he always liked the look of the women in that town and might find himself a girlfriend. He got quiet. Lifted his face up from his ashtray and looked at us with the most Human face that I've ever seen. "...but I don't want to get remarried" he said. "I outlived my wife and I'm old. I don't want anyone to have to go through that with me." The healthy, weathered tree trunk of a man wiped away a tear when he thought we weren't looking, and then told us a joke about a chicken. There's nowhere to go but up in a dive bar. (at Port Aransas, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CMZ-Z4BFPwfgfjy3scNGEvF76JzidaOHfZDxE00/?igshid=yd3y5spaljqt
Most days, the Sun rises, the alarm goes off, you drag yourself out of bed, complete your morning ablutions & caffeinations, punch a clock, consume the daily recommended allowance of calories, and hope that the next day's dawn finds you willing to bulldoze forth. A rarefied number of days will find you blown downwind on the wings of Fate. Eased, directed, guided, pleasantly forced to your future. Against your own hopes for tomorrow. Not the worst. Don't resist. Every dice throw the Universe tosses against you can't come up in its favor. (at Sam's Town Point) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKvSbSAlrxjAQjI8FjvmQp1T1xzeOrYMZL-8Wg0/?igshid=p4ewq88d0fov
"You can never go home again, Oatman... but I guess you can shop there." - Martin Blank ...more to the point in this particular instance, you can buy the things to make some of your homeland's finest County Fair dishes. Perfect for the weather; mired in the depths of January. In Texas. 66° and actively misting. Bracing. #maryland #crab #soup @oldbay_seasoning #polockjohnny @potatorolls hoagie bun #theworks #sauce #spicy #red #tomato #chow-chow (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKcHrGklLWvvSx4gwUYUNdwWhsjSkDlRaXKcN00/?igshid=17v4743emofx3
Christmas Food 2: Crab Cake Boogaloo. Having a good one today, folks. Hope y'all out there in Interwebsland are as well. #saltpork #greenbeans #prime #rib #horseradish #sauce #scalloped #potatoes #mas #crabcakes #spicy #brown #mustard @oldbay_seasoning (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJPt5kZFTWnpBWqfVwWKhbgQnyBgfgkZsjs14o0/?igshid=55a1xske1j88
$1200 Christmas Brunch... ...about $100 worth of food. (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJO7BPYFBow6IkV79DBZdVPQJx86agKCsX7nrI0/?igshid=1p18zxkdudvqj
It occurred to me earlier this evening that the impending collective cloudburst of 2020 send-offs, New Year's Resolutions, and well-wishings are going to flash flood our social media. A foaming, seething torrent; a karmic DDoS attack on our typical mindless scrolling agenda. So I figured that I'd indulge in a skosh of narcissism and get mine in early, so it doesn't get lost in the wondrous wash of white noise a bit in the future. ...compliments of a fortune cookie I got a few nights ago - Sideways go fuck yourself with a baseball bat, 2020. A page a day in 2021. May Fortune Favor You. If she doesn't, I will pursue her through the æther for all eternity. I will ignite newborn stars so there's no shade in which she can hide. I will bind her in chains made of wolfram. I will bend her to your will... ...and I will throw her on the roof. https://www.instagram.com/p/CJINQWelbAK8sRS5fAB6ZPJ3YlGsCCGFS6g31I0/?igshid=1s95nb4ld8yxw
...still haven't fully settled in following my return from volunteering with @opbbqrelief in #lakecharles following Hurricane Laura. Here's a laundry related assortment of health & safety check clearance wristbands, the bauble celebrating my honorary induction into the Cajun Navy, an OBR coin, and my pocket knife - tacked up by the reminders of cutting tar paper (was thinking that I'd clean it off, but it's kind of cool. Do have to put a new edge on it, though). I'm sure they're getting ready to split the site and/or deploy other resources to the SE after Hurricane Sally's landfall. My spirit follows, and I wish that I could physically go and help, but responsibilities here in Austin have to take precedence. For the time being. I know the Lake Charles site is going to go through at least September 27th, and I'm sure that any SE/Sally deployment will go longer that that... currently 550,000+ people without power. Flooding in the region continues & worsens. Hopefully things settle in quick at home so I can get back and help. At least for a day. This isn't a time for anyone to feel like no one is on their side. (at Lake Charles, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFNzDMiFM_umi1iYVXL-ag2BnN-u95bnalizOs0/?igshid=1rcjfi5sefriw
Getting to cook for Loved Ones is an extraordinary privilege & it's difficult for me to name a thing that makes me happier. (at On The Road) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFFOKCqljsc2xokm8mLpnxR9tQOVT20lnXNU8M0/?igshid=jq9yhnlcoe6b
Hard to remember the last time that I lit an asado fire. Hard to remember the last time for a lot of things these days. Strange that as a firm future continues to elude, the time that was seems to hurl itself out of the abyssal grey matter with Stuntman abandon. Best to focus on the new present. Friends are still here. Helping to smooth the sharp defeats and recharging emotional batteries after struggles. Soulfully dishing out old jokes, well timed texts, the flash of a luminous smile, the new anomaly of comforting physical contact shared by a trusted spirit. Over these most recent weeks, I've been privileged to share an unexpected visit and helped to cover a few place settings with an intimate repast. Consider myself lucky to have done so. #wood #fire #iron #salt #beef #ribs #asado #bbq #texas #argentina #chimichurri #notmygarlickygreenbeans #notmytaters #coronacooking #fatteningthecurve #thelonelysummer #wearamask #sixfeetfucker #loveyou #missyou (at Austin, Texas Y'all) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEPeFudFZJ21AbAir0c0E1P7hqNjBUb9tl7Bp80/?igshid=1ig59706vhtpq