The Wind Beneath My Chicken Wings

seth’s thoughts on chicken, bed desks, airlines, dc, crock pots and more…

Rock Out With Your Crock Out November 5, 2007

Filed under: Crock it Up — Seth @ 5:31 pm

crock it up

1 apartment.

7 crock pots.

15 people.

Over 75 hours combined of slow cooking.

This past Sunday, Luke and I gathered some of our closest crockers for an evening of friendship, conversation, and crock pottage. That’s right: there were 7 crock pots, picked to come to a house, to find out what happens when people stop cooking quickly, and start cooking slowly. The real world: crock pot.

It was a lovely ending to a long week. Everyone crocked it pretty hard all day but in the end it was worth it. Luke and I crocked a pork loin which came out all tender and yummy and we had an eclectic group of dishes.

I spent Thursday through Saturday in Dallas for work. What to say about Dallas other than it’s big, the hair is big, the steaks are big, the cars are big, and the airport is huge. I had three excruciating hours at DFW’s Terminal C Chilis where the entire restaurant’s clientèle was watching football and I was watching Desperate Housewives on my laptop. There were quite a few similarities between the two shows. Sunday, Luke and I watched another rousing episode of the McLaughlin Group, which is also similar.

I have today off and I’m catching up on some reading (Jacki started a webzine), some youtube watching (hilarious sequel to Will Ferrell’s Landlord video), sending some birthday ecards, and playing around with facebook (r u my friend?). My Bed Desk has been activated and it is a beautiful autumn day here in the district.

 

Boarding Areas August 18, 2007

Filed under: Crock it Up,visitors,visits — Seth @ 4:20 pm

I’ve been on the road.

More like, I’ve been in the boarding areas.

Two weeks ago I went to Minnesota for Danette’s wedding. D and I were both in Peace Corps so her wedding proved a great opportunity for the PC Thailand group 116 crew to get together and road-trip it up to somewhere-not-near Minneapolis. We did it Thai style — stopping every hour and buying way too much food. Anyway, here’s what the wedding looking like:

D’s wedding

So what were the highlights of this trip…? Luke thought it was weird that when I have a magazine from home on the plane, I rip out the address label and furthermore, I rip the label into tiny pieces and scatter them in my area. I suppose I can’t really explain why I do this, but I am sure that it is the right thing to do. For example, should the next passenger find my un-ripped address label, they might try to send me more magazines or worse, stalk me and try to kill me in my sleep for leaving my crap in their seats.

Though we missed the actual wedding and our camping trip turned into a motel trip, it was a great two days. I have a long history of camping trips turning into motel trips and an equally long history of having a blast in random, side-of-the-highway towns (this one was called Fergus Falls). My PC friends are family, so being around them makes me feel all warm and fuzzy (though that also may have been the beer).

Moving on, the next weekend my best friend Jacki came from Madrid via NYC, Massachusetts, Michigan and a few other places. For the occasion, we threw a BBQ in the yard behind the apartment. We crocked it pretty hard all day and as a result, the chili was widely praised (yes, chili for a 90 degree summer BBQ. I do not limit my crock pot seasonally). Add to that burgers, pork loins, mojitos, no-trees-falling, and you get a really fun Glover Park evening. Jacki, Luke and I rounded out the weekend with a trip to the Portrait Gallery which is now my favorite museum in all of DC.

So this week I went on back-to-back work trips. First stop was Raleigh, NC, where I basically saw nothing and have nothing clever to say. They call their Beltway a Beltline. That was pretty interesting. Oh, my car was “upgraded” to a soccer mom mini-van. When car rental companies say “upgrade” they really mean “bigger, clunkier, uglier GM car.” From Raleigh I went to “but-it’s-a-dry-heat” Phoenix. My friends, when it is 115, heat is heat. This dry heat nonsense is bunk, I say. Phoenix looks like LA, only orange-ier.

So now I’m back in the district. I’m seriously considering unpacking but not able to motivate as of yet. It looks like a beautiful Saturday (read: not humid) so perhaps we’ll take the Kia out for a Saturday afternoon spin.

 

 

Crock this way… July 8, 2007

Filed under: Crock it Up — Seth @ 3:33 pm

seth’s crock pot

Recipe for A Sweet Sunday Pork

1. wake up on a Sunday. Walk out onto porch and feel the humidity. Decide to spend the entire day inside watching the McLaughlin Group and crocking up a little dinner (and subsequently, writing about your crock pot).

2. take out crock pot. take out crock pot liners. Combine the two.

3. Add pork loin, BBQ sauce (2 different kinds. it helps if you have mostly empty bottles in the way back of your fridge), chopped vidalia onions, hot sauce, garlic, chopped orange, chili powder, worcestershire sauce, honey, brown sugar, salt/pepper and a little bit of love and put it all in the crock.

4 . crock it up (meaning, turn it on “Low”)

5. wait 8 hours. while waiting, resist the urge to open the crock. Remind others in your household that they are NOT allowed to open the crock under any circumstances. If you must open the crock, make sure that others in your household aren’t looking. But really try to resist. If you must have a look-see, just put your face really close to the lid and observe from there. Remember, a watched crock never boils…. (or if it does, it takes 8 to 10 hours).

6. During the 8 hours, other fun activities include calling your friends and families and talking about your crock pot.

7. Also, during the 8 hours, it is fun to write songs about your crock pot, substituting the work “crock” for other words that sound like crock. Today, I’m all about the Stones. If you crock it up… If you crock it up I’ll never stop…

8. Once 8 hours are complete, turn crock from “Low” to “Warm.” Wait twenty minutes.

9. enjoy