Daily Archives: February 27, 2009

Texas

We packed up and moved to Texas 5 1.2 years ago, Jim’s birthplace and my first time here except for changing planes at DFW over the years. I started a Texas Journal to email friends and relatives and kept it up for six months or so.

Who knows where we’ll end up in the next few weeks, I may have to a Farewell to Texas party. Right now the Trail Riders are living right below us overnight, preparing themselves and their horses and wagons for the Rodeo Parade in the morning. We may walk over there as they’re closing our street.

I don’t remember if I told you this but as we drove to Texas, a 24-hour trip from fire-ravaged and smoke-laden SoCal, we lucked out and had three days to do it. The last day was a Sunday and Jim started work first thing Monday morning so I drove the final eight hours. It was the first day of deer season, and we stopped at a restaurant and half the folks were just coming in from church and the other half were wearing camo. Jim said the deer get pretty jumpy (with all the gunshots I would too) so I was extra vigilant driving, especially when he was sleeping in the passenger seat.

We finally left I-10 which we had been on forever and headed down 290 towards Austin. Jim awakened and said I looked much more relaxed than I’d been. I showed him the “ranchettes” we were passing, near Fredericksburg and Pedernales (LBJ country) and the wire fences and was happy. That’s when he told me that a fence of that height is merely a suggestion for a deer, who can easily clear ten feet. As you can see we made it, but he scared the heck out of me!

I wanted to tell you a story of TX BBQ. Our first year in Austin we flew to upstate NY to visit my aunts and I ordered a traditional Texas meal from the Salt Lick south of Austin, sent by Fed Ex. I believe we spent more for shipping than for the food. We had tons of food, the aunts froze some of it and ate it over several months.

A couple of years later Jim decided we could ship our own. Leave it to Jim. [Note: I'm writing this because I just read an article on Slate (www.slate.com) on shipping human blood.] We bought a cheap cooler. Jim drilled four holes in the top for gases to escape. I went to Luling City BBQ to pick up brisket, ribs and sausage for a good price. The night before we left for the airport, he went out to buy 10 lbs of dry ice, packed it up using leather gloves and we sealed and placed on it every sticker needed and not, for hazmat purposes.

That night we were 2# overweight but Jim said the ice would melt (I believe dry ice is about 140 degrees below zero) and the gases vent through the top of the cooler, so when the airline ticket counter person asked what was in the cooler Jim gave him a physics briefing on the rate at which dry ice sublimates. He was so bored with the explanation he passed the cooler right through. And we had great BBQ and every time the aunts ate it, we got an update on what they served with it.

That’s a long way to say that we’d miss Texas not only for the realy BBQ brisket, ribs and sausages but mostly family and friends. I thought I’d really hate it and did when I sold my car to get here and Jim was working 30 miles away and I had no transportation anywhere. So we got a puppy and I had to take her out eight times a day and that and cooking and bills kept me busy.

Job market seems to be coalescing for us, knock wood. I think over the next week or two we’ll have solid offers and choose our destination, which may be right here at home! Having the “Human Tornado” underfoot 24/7 is wonderful for a week or so but it’ll be nice to have him out the door and brain-challenged once again.

I must say a word or two about the BBQ of Jim’s maternal Uncle Bobby. He has a custom rig on a trailer and smokes his briskets 13 hours, babysitting them. He makes fantastic food. We did some research a few years ago about BBQ rubs and most competition chefs won’t divulge their secrets for anything. I read elsewhere than many use MSG to enhance flavor and even Chinese restaurants don’t use that in the US anymore. I use an all-purpose rub and add here and there, and since I don’t have a smoker or ability to use one, living on the 4th floor, I use the Alton Brown oven method, which is tasty.

Keep on cooking! Have a great weekend. Cheers! Dee

Clouds and Zoe

A couple of nights ago the clouds rolled in over the city and I’d have better shots without the roadway lighting. Oh, well, so be it. Zoe likes the highest place or warmest place to sleep, so here is the Usurper in paradise, in the middle of the night, in my sleeping space.

The Clouds Roll In

The Clouds Roll In

Zoe The Usurper

Zoe The Usurper

Thanks for reading and participating in this blog. It wouldn’t be here without you. Dee

Luck of the Draw

No matter how one wants to control his/her life, in the job world it comes down to who wants you, where you have to go, and what they’ll pay. Is a move worth the hassle? What about the dog? Corporate housing or move all our stuff.

Not that we have that much stuff, but every room in our loft is functional, i.e. sofa and coffee table, dining table and four chairs… And we live in a little over 1,000 sf now, so it’s not like we have a 3,000 sf place and need to pare down.

Jobs are like life. You meet someone you like, and if he likes you perhaps you’ll fall in love and marry. It took a long time for me to meet my prince, and that he is, when he’s not the human tornado that leaves a mess everywhere he goes. As far as luck goes I’d go to Mass but the roof might fall in. I did go to the Cathedral to mourn the loss of Pope John Paul II. The roof didn’t fall in but they were building a new Cathedral next door. We may be living in another country so it’ll be safe from the likes of non-observant Catholics like me.

I’ve been up all night for two nights now worrying about our future. I go to bed around seven and wake up a few moments later to take out the dog, or at ten. Seeing the bank account disappear even though we’re eating at home three meals a day and not even going to movies, is stressful. Jim and I like having good times together, getting a burger, seeing a matinee on a carefree Saturday. He’s incredibly lucky that I’m not a shopper!

I know that everything is going to be OK, and it just takes time, but this job cycle is really freaky, the worst and strangest I’ve ever seen. Fingers crossed we’ll get through it and be able to resurrect our lives and lifestyle. We pay for where we live, for a reason, to walk downtown. We don’t go to expensive restaurants but like to spend $25-30 (with tip) for a nice lunch on a weekend. We don’t owe anything on our cars and don’t have a mortgage. We basically live on a cash basis. If we don’t have it, we don’t spend it.

Yes, the economy stinks. Tell me about it. Jim is the brightest person I know and even he’s having trouble finding the right job. And I know just how to get it. I’ll search and interview and the minute I get a job he’ll move me to another state or country. That’s how it goes. Dee

Cheater Lasagne

was on the menu tonight. Our friends Trish and dog Sake stopped by tonight for a brief visit. Zoe jealously guarded her leather bone from Sake, who cared so little about it she gave it to Zoe a year ago! They were very sweet together. Sake’s an alpha dog, rescued as feral. Zoe’s beta and needy and gets her way by hook or by crook.

Tomorrow the Trail Riders come into town for the big Rodeo parade on Saturday. These guys are my peeps, with barbecue and everything. I just bring along a case of beer. Deputy Dawg is legendary and last year his wagon threw an axle so he spent the night welding something together so he could be in the parade. Hope all is well this year. I love talking with him about food and with the kids as well.

Deputy Dawg at the Grill

Deputy Dawg at the Grill

We love these guys! Our street is closed Saturday and I’ll make sure I have provisions to get by. While I hang with the Trail Riders, Jim’s going to invite girlfriend Trish over to compete on PS3 games. Better her than me. I’ll make sure they have dinner/snacks. The best part for me is watching them come back from the parade on our street. We stand out there and cheer them in. Only in Texas, I know. Best, Dee