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Detroit, We Only Smack You Around ‘Cuz We Love You April 1, 2009

Auto, schmoto. Detroit has given us what we’ve wanted for years and then allowed us to turn on them when we get a belly-ache. The fact of the matter is, Detroit IS a good company, in the role that it plays. It has to be a foil for car makers around the world. No one else makes big cars. Just us. In flush times, they’re hailed. In a looming Depression, they’re assailed.
Think of this: we wanted SUVs. Do you think that Japan would have given them to us? No way. Germany? Nope. Sure, they gingerly rode the U.S. automakers coattails once SUVs were big bucks, but their divisions were diversified. Not ours.
But now imagine this: what if we no longer made big cars? Will, magically, the U.S. urge for bigger disappear? Will people start to buy American again? I doubt it. All the restructuring in the world won’t make the U.S. automakers slip away from their image. America can build cars again, but it’s going to have to dump the brands and start from scratch.


Bizarro World March 17, 2009

Filed under: politics, boo — charbear @ 1:53 pm

Obama wants to talk to the Taliban. Bush invaded Iraq. Does anyone else notice the foreign affairs dyslexia of our two ideologies? Conservatives want to remove undemocratic regimes. Liberals believe in sovereignty. So in effect, liberals are willing to bargain with mass murders and thugs while conservatives are willing to kill our own people to nation build. Is it jut me, or does this not make sense, in regards to each groups thinking? Liberals are willing to prop up dictatorial regimes abroad while fighting for rights at home and conservatives are willing to squash freedom at home in order to export it.

Shouldn’t it be more like this: liberals fight for right abroad and at home; conservatives fight for sovereignty abroad and limitations at home? Get your shit straight, peoples.


Why I LIke Dick Cheney March 15, 2009

Filed under: politics, boo — charbear @ 11:15 pm
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Booo. Dick Cheney. He’s Darth Vader. Well, I just saw him on John King and you know what? I realized something: I always liked Darth Vader. I can’t help it. I don’t get the why’s of it, but I like Dick. Bush was a spoiled rich brat. He was a bully. But he was also a charmer. Most politician’s are. Dick’s not. Maybe that’s what I like: he’ s straight to a fault. Sure, he lies. But he’s straight as well. His lack of political insight, his inability to read the political winds, I view these as bonuses, not hinderances.

Don’t get me wrong: I hate his policies. But as a person, I think he’s, well, my kind of guy. He’s to the point, he doesn’t suffer fools (even if they really aren‘t fools… and they’re right). Plus he’s passionate. Passionate? Dick Cheney? Ok, let’s look at it like this: he applied himself full-force and insinuated his views into every facet of national security  since 9/11. The whole War on Terror fiasco was due to his misguided but very sincere regard for the safety of this country. It made him lie, it made him bully, but all to push forth policy that he felt would protect our interest. That’s what makes him dangerous. And passionate.

Now here’s a thought: imagine if he applied that passion to, say, cooking. Instead of dangerous, it would make him, well, a guy who thinks he knows how to make a great mushroom risotto. His friends may think otherwise. Even then, no one would  call him Darth Vader and no one would die or have their phones tapped.

Dick, I implore you, as a progressive who actually likes you as a person: give cooking a try.


Makin’ Bacon. No, Wait. Makin’ Pickled Eggs… February 22, 2009

Filed under: Good local. Good! Good!,Misc Stuff,Recipes,Tips and Tricks — charbear @ 1:01 am

Oh. My. God. I just bit into the most dee-lish-ous. Nuuuuu-trish-i-ous. Milk Chocolatey. Egg. Ok, there’s no chocolate. That would be kinda gross. Nope. I just ate some of my pickled eggs. Man, why did pickling fall out of favor? And more to the point, why did pickling eggs fall out of said favor? I remember growing up with those beautiful, Pepto-colored eggs. I was the most finicky eater, yet somehow I would eat these strange martian creations. No, not just eat. DEVOUR.

My grandmother seemed to always have a large (and by large, I mean institutionally large. Like stolen-from-a-hospital-ward large.) mayonaise jar in the fridge. And in that ridiculously large jar would be floating the most beautiful Barbie-pink eggs. Pickled Red Beet Eggs. Just the name gets me hot. Yeah, I said it. I get hot for pickled eggs. My gradnmother must have sold her soul to the devil to be such a great cook. If it weren’t for fear of eternal damnation, I would be sitting at her feet right now, dutifully transcribing all of her recipes in 8 different languages (no, I dont know more than 1. Rostetta Stone, you just lost out). But I feel that I can cheat the devil and try to recreate (nay, improve) her creations. Dare I be so bold? Yes. I dare.

So I went ahead with my plan to make my grandmother rue the day she met the devil at the crossroads (and by crossroads, I mean a small, Southeast PA suburb of Philadelphia). I went whole hog and make my pickled red beet eggs from (drum roll please)… beets that I pickled myself. You heard that Beeazlebub? I don’t need you and your pieces of silver (or Clover — remember them? — card). Yeah, I’m pickling beets myself. And not just any pickling elixer. Nope. I gots mine in red wine. Oh no she di’int! But as if that weren’t enough, I went a step further. I also pickled some cauliflower in curry. My grandmother is rolling in her grave. Except she’s not dead yet.

Ok, so I got me some pickled beets. I got me some pickled cauliflower. What does that have to do with eggs? Patience grasshopper. All will be revealed. Eat the beets. Eat the cauliflower. The throw the brine awa…. WAIT! The brine! Oh yeah. I just went there.

Get the best freakin’ eggs you can get (Meadow Run. Amen.). And don’t fuck it up when you hard cook them. If I see a green ring around the yolk, then I will hunt you donw like the dog you are. No, put the eggs in a pot. Cover them to just the top of the eggs. If they’re room temp, fill the pot with room temp water. If they’re cold, fill them with cold water. This ain’t rocket science. It’s just eggs. Put them on heat and bring to a boil. Once you got a boil, turn it off and wait 10 minutes. Chill them immediately and peel. No one, not even you, can fuck this up.

Take the leftover brine from your curry and your red beets. Bring it to a boil again and then pack the eggs in jars and fill it. Leave ’em in the fridge for at least a day. You will be rewarded.

Ok, so its true: the NY Times is running articles about hip, New Yorkers composting in their teeny apartments with worms. Been there. Done that. I’m on to pickling. Eggs. Get used to it. It’ll be hot next year. You know, when the new Great Depression comes…


Yes, Tomatoes DO Have A Sense Of Humor… October 8, 2008

Filed under: Misc Stuff — charbear @ 10:35 pm
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…why else would they, at almost mid-october, produce fruit when they haven’t friggin’ produced squat most of the season!

Let me introduce, Exhibit One:

Defendant's Exhibit One


This is what the stupid plant looked like ever since it started to get flowers. One day, beautiful yellow flowers. The next day, burned leaves. I tried everything that a mother could, all to no avail. The only thing that I could do was trim off the bad leaves. It produced, but seemed to stop flowering too early.

Then, next thing you know…

Exhibit Two:



And, if that’s not bad enough, let me introduce you to the final exhibit, Exhibit Three:



So what gives? Spoiled little brats. I baby them all season, they don’t give a rats ass and now that they’re staring down the barrel of winter, they start producing. Probably thinking that I’ll coddle them. Which I will…


Salad Spinning, Water Saving September 8, 2008

I’ve been trying to conserve water and I’ve set up a water bin outside. One of the things that I do is take the water from my salad spinner and put it in there. It’s AMAZING how much water you “waste” when you simply put it down the drain.

Need more convincing? You can feel like a poor man’s (or woman’s) Jamie Oliver when you’re spinnin’ salad in the great outdoors. Of course, where he has a beautiful English garden with fantastic stone walls and stoves, I have some big, plastic Home Depot containers with some pathetic tomatoes in them and a plastic lawn chair. But that’s beside the point. You can be outdoors, sloppy and save water! And your salad greens will be squeeky clean to boot.

Right! (my best John Cleese)


Port Fishington Morning September 6, 2008

Filed under: Port Fishington — charbear @ 5:29 pm
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Study Finds That Artic Splash Makes Locabears Obese

Study Finds That Artic Splash Makes Locabears Obese

Port Fishington Breakfast

Port Fishington Breakfast