Monday, December 16, 2024

I Was Moved To Poetry

I was moved to poetry, and you reap the benefits. 



Enjoy.

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SOMEONE HAD A VISION


Someone had a vision.
A vision, and a very heavy accent.




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DAY DRINKING

You need to know what's on tap here at the El Apartmento. 
I can tell. Don't lie.

Kulshan:  Bastard Kat

Ten Barrel Brewing:  All Ways Down

Lagunitas: Little Sumpin' Sumpin'

Pelican Bay: Hazy IPA, Kiwanda, Beak Breaker

North Fork:  Porter, Scotch Ale, ESB (nitro),  Son of Toad

Excellent clean straightforward beers
All of them local
All with stupid names.
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I AM A GROWN WOMAN DAMMIT

 
Jesus Christ look at the list of beers I like. 
It's up there ^^^
Look at all those stupid fucking names. 
What was wrong with Olympia? 
Olympia.
That's a great name for a beer.  
Tactical Nuclear Penguin is not. 
Soft Dookie is not. 
Septic Weeping Cyst is not. 
Don't make me have to say that to a bartender.
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WTF AMERICA

WTF America fruity beer. 
Why do you think I want fruity fucking beer.
Ew. 

It's not beautiful or appropriate. 
I mean Honestly People 
who wants raspberry kiwi beer. 
Why is there grapefruit beer
Why is there coffee beer
Who wants this swill

People who have too many cats and think it's edgy is who. 
Underage wannabes who vape is who.
What does this say about us as a people America.
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MEET THE McRECTANGLE

Ask Your Bartender For These Fine FirstNations Brands:

Sit On My Hand
Septicaemia 
Green Orifice
More Than Ten Cockroaches
Breathalyzer
Dangly Flaps
Ted Nugent
Oh Look A Dead Bird
Rugose Cone
C Student
Foetus

Certified (IPC Standard 1945)
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I Have A Yeast Infection
Kegs To Go










Tuesday, December 10, 2024

Abigale Von Crossword Toulouse!!

 UP FROM THE ASHES OF DEFEAT! 

BEHOLD!!!!




THE BEST LOAF OF BREAD I HAVE EVER MADE 
MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

And it's like that!  That's how it goes! The stars aligned, I set a damn timer, and changed pan style. That's all I did differently!  

 


Saturday, December 7, 2024

Thadia Formus 8 Veal Slab

 I share my failures so that you may learn from them:




Yes. There is parchment stuck in it. I know.

      I've been turning out nice symmetrical, loaf-shaped loaves for a few months now, and then this^^^happens.  
What went wrong?  I left it rising for too long. Totally forgot about it all day long. It looked nice and tall, though, and I thought 'No harm done!  I can just stick this in the oven!" and so I did; and the instant it went in it must have started to deflate.

What I should have done: 

1.PAID ATTENTION TO THE TIME  
2. Barring that, given the dough another quick kneading and let it rise in the pan again - then baked it. 


Now here is a tall loaf done correctly, all smiling and happy in the oven.


       ...so you see, I am capable of doing it right. 
Ignore the dirty oven. IGNORE IT.

 I'll say it again:  making bread is about feel. Accept the learning process and aim toward GREATNESS!!



After all, even your worst failures can be turned into bread pudding, croutons, and crumbs.       

 


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Thursday, November 14, 2024

At THIS Late Date?


 Well it happened. Someone flagged my blog again.  And seriously, what the actual fuck? The cows are already out of that barn, ya know?

                 Go ahead and try to make them go back in the barn. Ha! You can't! Cow Freedom!                                                                          *wild cheering*

I highly suspect that any flagging done was accomplished by a bot of some kind because I'm getting notices to enable the 'Adult Content' feature - something I've had up for years! 


 ...if you're real, and you're out there, tender reader, sweet dove, and it's only just freakin' now shot through that you've been wading through a cesspit here at Steve, then you deserve every single ounce of discomfort you've experienced. 

                                                         ...on the subject of discomfort. 

Is this your 'dirty little secret' read? And why wait until now to give me the flag? Was it because Trump got elected?  Did your SA catch you looking up a special decoration for your car?  Or do you see yourself as a latter-day digital righter of wrongs, you clever little moral superhero you? 

I've already dealt with one pisspot saint - someone who hung out here through the years, from Paul to Steve, through the descriptions of childrens birthday parties, sauce making, fist fucking, erotic cannibalism, cavemen having sex with animals and so forth, someone who commented frequently, and who was always to be found on the 'explicit content' blogs.  I met this person in real life, and that was...a thing that happened.  It's very odd to meet someone who has absolutely no use for you whatsoever - but who adores everything about you that fits their idea of what a soul lost to God looks like. It's also very uncomfortable to be standing there realizing that they have no idea whatsoever that what they're laying on you is anything but God's tolerance and mercy. Very awkward visit. Had to get a burger later. 

I guess yeah, I could  I stop putting out the appalling, vulgar fart-humor content I do so well, but then I wouldn't be having any fun; and I don't do this for any other reason than to screw around and have fun and bullshit with different people around the world who know how to appreciate a short video about a Sasquatch giving birth in a tree.


Unfortunately it's the grossaroni shocko stuff that also pulls in the religious weirdos. And here's the thing, religious weirdos: you don't get it. Don't be here. 

Anyone who keeps coming back day after day is not on the lookout for souls to save, or sins to be suppressed. You're on the lookout for titillation. You get your fix, run hide behind God, and tell yourself what a good little Christian Soldier you are to be resisting temptation -over and over again.  If you had a real problem with what I do here, you'd have visited once and then split for good - so suck on that the next time you come here and see a pronghorn antelope licking its own dick.


Because there is always going to be a picture of a pronghorn antelope licking its own dick here. Rely on it. 


Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Thundercow 7000

This is about making bread. Bail now if you came here looking for freaky boob porn.

I've been running a project for the past three months that has nothing whatsoever to do with historical figures, history, literature or history and literature or Leonardo Da Vinci. I have been BAKING MY OWN BREAD.

Yes I have. Every three days, just like great-grandma.

Baking bread is a thing that I've struggled with in days gone by. It's claimed that baking must be a precise art; and so The Biker invested in a remote digital read for our oven, and out came the measuring cups, the scale, the teaspoons and tablespoons. (If I had to cook this way for every meal I'd scream.) I've also been taking notes on my progress. A sample:








If you insist on enlarging these prepare to be disappointed. It's gibberish. 

What sparked off this this project was a search for a supermarket loaf that A. was not weirdly squatty, and B. could stand up to a messy sandwich without turning into mush. 

That quest failed because there is no such fucking thing. Modern supermarket bread is made with a batter and never builds much of a gluten structure = squatty, mushy bread.  Do not even get me started on the ingredients I SAID DO  NOT GET ME STARTEDOf course, this being Bellingham, we have lots of craft bakeries, but they want to charge $9.00 and up for a single loaf of bread?! which is highway robbery.  

I did the math, laboriously, and determined that if I used King Arthur APF I could make a loaf of bread for a buck fifty a loaf. That's probably wrong, but it's wrong on my side of the margin so I'll take it; because I spent way too much time trying to figure that out and kept getting different answers and I got frustrated and gave up. Anyway, at a buck fifty, no matter what it looked like, any loaf of bread I made at my level of skill in the beginning of this project would still A. fit in a toaster, and  B. hold a sandwich.  
To the Bat Oven!



Making bread is not laborious or frightening.  It takes me on average twenty dawdling minutes, spread out over the course of a day (this isn't counting cooking time of course, which I should not have to point out, but I did.) It involves no special skills or special tools whatsoever. No, the only difficult thing about making bread, as it turns out, is learning how to factor in Climate and Temperature, and developing something known as 'feel'.

Figure out your own caption. I got overwhelmed.


Some people are born with the knack. I was not. To me, wheat flour is as fickle as working with eggs. It's all been about learning when the dough is right, and the only way to do that is to simply forge ahead and make a metric shit ton of bread and pay attention to things like:
 
What time you want the bread done and baked
How long you need to 'proof' the dough
How to see and feel and smell when the gluten is well-formed, 
how much water the flour wants to absorb on any given day,  
how hard the dough wants to be kneaded, 
what direction the gluten fibers are going, 
what the weather looks like outside, 
the liveliness of your yeast,  
the temperatures of all the environments the dough will experience. 
Probably five or six other things too. 

And to make things even more complicated, I've been culturing a sourdough for the sake of flavor, and it's name is Dave. Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? Culturing a sourdough is exactly like taking care of a Tamagotchi. A suicidal Tamagotchi.

-oh wait you came here for freaky boob porn. Hang on. 



  
The thing is, every single loaf of bread is different. Every single motherfucking loaf. And this, my friends, is because of the damn weather. It has to do with the humidity, the barometric pressure, and the fickle whims of the gods, or France. Consider:

Some take only twenty-five minutes to bake, others forty. 
Some want to rise once (after mixing) and some twice. 
Some take all day to rise, others rise in twenty minutes. Or less. Or more. 
The amount of kneading varies wildly and can be subject to things like downward force, number of quarter turns, speed of kneading (!!!) or lack of proper protein strand development, 
Which could mean it didn't rise long enough  on the first or second rise, or that you kneaded to too long, or not long enough, on one or both of the rises, or that you didn't get all the strands of protein going the same way when you formed the loaf, or that you didn't slash the top of the loaf to prevent 'oven blowout', or not, or or or or. 
Or that you used too much sugar, 
Or not enough.  
Or that you didn't use enough yeast, 
Or that you used enough but didn't allow enough time for the rise - 

AND THEN WE COME TO THE SOURDOUGH COMPONENT which is like FUCK.

JUST FUCK. 

I have been having an excellent time and I am happy.

I am creating a recipe and using exacting standards, and I am winning the battle.  I've been narrowing the gap between expectation and reality bit by bit, every single loaf, detail by detail.  God there is a lot of writing involved. I do research. I read. I get to fuck around in the kitchen, and FRESH BAKED BREAD.  
 
In other news, I just found out that there's a lesbian bar in Bellingham. Dare me to visit.



Tuesday, November 5, 2024