As I wrote to my friend, Phil, he can wear his "cheesehead" proudly now that the Lombardi trophy has been returned to Green Bay with the Packers' win over the Steelers in yesterday's Super Bowl.
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Progress continues to be made on the Highway 89-A overpass at Viewpoint Road in north Prescott Valley. The north side now has concrete in place.
The south side looks like it's getting ready to match it.
Traffic is still moving normally through the intersection while heavy equipment continues to roll on the project.
I think the entire project is supposed to be done in the fall of this year. I'll keep you posted.
. . . is just right for homemade cranberry muffins.
I am constantly finding recipes on television, the Internets, in magazines or newspapers that sound simple and good. Frequently . . with my limited cooking skills . . they turn into disasters, with a knowing grimace on the face of SWMBO. Today was such a case.
I discovered a recipe in a local paper for what was termed "Hot Fudge Cake". Sounded pretty good and fairly simple. It was loaded with brown sugar, cocoa and chocolate chips. What could go wrong with that, right?
Well perhaps the first indication that this was a weird recipe was that it was baked or cooked in a crock pot. You know, a slow cooker.
But I charged ahead into the fray, first making a batter (no eggs though). Brown sugar, cocoa, flour, baking powder and salt which was then combined with some milk, melted butter and vanilla extract. Spread that in a crock pot that had been sprayed with cooking spray. Top it with a cup and a half of chocolate chips. Then combine some more brown sugar, cocoa and boiling water and pour it over the top. Put a lid on it, turn it to high and leave it for 4 hours.
The room smelled marvelous until the last 15 minutes or so when SWMBO asked how long that thing was supposed to cook because it was smelling "scorchy". I said everything was under control. At exactly 4 hours I lifted the lid, did the toothpick test in the middle of the "cake" and it came out clean. Done. Except it was bubbing a bit menacingly around the edges and, yes, it did smell a bit "scorchy".
SWMBO said she'd like to ask the recipe's author why they didn't explain how to get the "creation" out of the pot. I said we'll just put a plate over it and invert it. But first maybe I'd check the sides with a spatula. Hmmmm. Some parts took some shoving and scraping to get it loose. Seemed a bit charred. But nevertheless, I did the inverting process, tapped the bottom of the cooker and picked it up. Out tumbled a kind of muddled mess of chocolate in several forms. Some of it was cake. Quite a bit was liquid chocolate. Parts of it were burned hard bits. Definitely not a sight one would want to show off in a photograph or on a nice party plate for guests.
But . . . it tasted delicious! Chocolate flavor to the max. Oh we'll eat it and it goes especially good with some vanilla ice cream.
But I doubt if I'll ever make another one. Certainly not in a slow cooker.
But then . . .
My cooking adventures continue. Today I made tortilla soup. I have to credit where credit is due. The recipe came from a restaurant in Prescott, Arizona. Murphy's. SWMBO and I had it there, loved it, begged for the recipe and found enough people had asked for it that they had it printed up. So, herewith, "Murphy's Tortilla Soup".
1 cup fresh corn kernels
2 Tablespoons sweet butter
4 cloves garlic - minced
1 cup onion - diced
1/2 cup carrots - diced
1 stalk celery - diced
1/2 cup Anaheim chili pepper - seeded, chopped fine
1 Tablespoon ground cumin
1-1/2 Tablespoons chili powder
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1-1/2 cups tomatoes - diced
1 quart chicken stock
1 bunch cilantro - chopped
1-1/2 cups cooked chicken - diced
1-1/2 Tablespoons salt
1/2 teaspoon black pepper - freshly ground
2 cups tortilla chips - broken into small pieces
1 cup Monterey Jack cheese - grated
Cut raw kernels off corn cob with a sharp knife. (I used frozen corn kernels - easier.) In a large saucepan, melt the butter over moderate heat, add the garlic, onion, celery, corn, carrots and Anaheim chile and cook for 3 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the onion is translucent.
Stir in the cumin, chili powder and oregano and continue stirring another minute to toast the spices. Add the tomatoes, stock, cilantro and chicken. Bring mixture to a boil and simmer for 10 minutes. Season with salt and pepper.
To serve, distribute the broken tortilla chips equally in the bottom of soup bowls, ladle the soup over them, and garnish each bowl with a tablespoon of cheese.
And to further enjoy your meal, play this video.
I was listening to NPR this afternoon while I was driving home from running some errands. A producer of television commercials was being interviewed about his craft. He said an average commercial during the Super Bowl can cost one million dollars to produce. But, he said, that's not bad because the television audience for the big game is around 100 million people, in the U.S. alone. I think the commercials are the best part of the telecast and I've heard of people who tape them during the game so they can watch them over and over. For example, thanks to YouTube, here are somebody's 10 best commercials from Super Bowl 42 in 2008.
This year the Pittsburgh Steelers will play the Green Bay Packers in the Super Bowl on Sunday. I'll probably watch . . for the commercials . . but I'll have a hard time forgetting a friend of mine who sent me his picture today as he prepared for the big game. Apparently he's a fan of Green Bay, whose loyalists are known as . . . . . cheeseheads.
May the best team win.
It began in Tunisia, where the government fell to protesters.
Then, on to Egypt, where Cairo is dissolving into chaos. President Mubarak says he won't run again. He's 82 years old. But he says he'll stay in power until the next election, in September. Many of his citizens say that's not good enough, he must leave immediately. Today, pro-Mubarak supporters challenged the anti-Mubarak protesters and violence was the order of the day. It continues tonight.
Around the region, the king of Jordan has sacked his government and appointed a new prime minister.
The president of Yemen says neither he nor his son will run again.
Israel is, as the old expression goes, "on tenterhooks".
Iran is quiet but obviously watching carefully.
As I said to SWMBO today, it will be years before this is all sorted out.
Y'know this gettin' older thing is a real pain. Like this morning. Suddenly I couldn't find a 4 by 6 inch index card on which are inscribed all of my User ID's and Passwords to access my various sites on the World Wide Web. It's always in the same place, resting on top of my printer. But not this morning. So I spent about two hours tearing my den apart. I emptied a waste basket, then another one, then another one. Three separate rooms. I went out to the garage and looked in the recycle bin. I went through about half of the Sunday New York Times, thinking the card had slipped between the pages. I went through several files in a couple of file drawers. I accused SWMBO of stealing the card. She helped me look for awhile and offered several worthless suggestions about where it could be. I said "I give up", then I searched some more. I got down on my hands and knees under my desk. (Wow, is it dusty down there!) Then I looked everywhere I had looked before. Nada. Zip. Then I asked Blackwell if he had taken it. Blackwell is a cat, for cryin' out loud, and he was staring at me like I had completely lost my mind. Which I nearly had. That card had to be here somewhere.
Then I found it. It was lying on the coffee table in the living room, underneath a Netflix envelope. When I finished the movie I watched last night, I took the envelope and the disc to the other room for SWMBO to view later. But I also picked up my index card at the same time, unknowingly, unwittingly.
I mean: I have the information written on the index card so I don't have to remember all of it. But it doesn't help if I misplace the card and can't remember where it went, now does it?
Pam Peterson knows how I feel.
