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Sam’s TV Guide
A dear friend visited us last weekend and remarked at one point about how we don’t watch television. That’s not quite true. It is true that we’ve never had cable and now, with all the online availability, we probably never will. When we watch television, it’s deliberate: it’s on for a particular show and then we turn it off when it’s done.
I like to watch the 10 p.m. news and the first part of The Late Show with David Letterman in the evening, and I always holler out when Dave’s ready to read the Top 10 list because Sam enjoys them so much.
Here’s Sam’s T.V. Guide:
- Dancing with the Stars, but after the first few eliminations (“They aren’t that good in the beginning,” Sam says)
- America’s Funniest Home Videos
- Wheel of Fortune
- Saturday Night Live: the opening sketch and Weekend Update
- The weather, especially Ch. 5 Rameisha Shade
- Dave Letterman reading the Top Ten List
I’m not sure what this says, but it says something.
Random Thoughts from Possum Kingdom 20K: The Reprise
Run long enough in the woods and the flowers that were budding on the way out will be in full bloom on the way home. When you study the trail map, follow the arrows and let Siri help, a 20K is a real 20K. But after the runners spread out and you are alone in the woods, you will still doubt yourself, although you can hear the birds much better. RunKeeper will tell you the elevations of all four hills you climbed, but it’s best to not know such details until after the race is done. Sand is for horses. But a Bob Ross tattoo on a man’s calf kind of works. Two years of trail racing with RunnerSusan and that jar of honey and organic bamboo shirt still makes excellent swag.
This beauty is just down the road.
And while we were there taking pictures, a guy caught an excellent bass.
Excellence on horseback and that 10,000 hours expert thing
Sam competed again in Chisholm Challenge this year, and he earned another belt buckle for his English equitation ride, his sixth in about 10 years.
I started thinking about Malcolm Gladwell’s book, Outliers, and this concept of how long it takes to become an expert at a thing.
Sam looks like an expert on horseback to me. See for yourself (brother Michael is the videographer):
Michael says that when Terry Evans interviewed Sam and him for this piece in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Evans was surprised that we didn’t own a horse even though we lived in Argyle. (Dude, it’s Aubrey where the horses outnumber the human population, but I digress.)
But I thought, I should count up the hours he’s been riding. Maybe he comes close to that magic number in Gladwell’s book at one hour per week, and about 40 weeks per year, over 21 years …
840 hours – not even in the ballpark and couldn’t even get close in 40 more years of riding. But I’m sure he’ll have a blast trying.
DIY: Egg Nog
My Sigma Alpha Iota sorority sisters put together a cookbook to raise money for our service projects when we were in undergraduate school (back then, in the olden days, it was called North Texas State University).
The project did very well. At one point, to boost sales, we entered people’s names in a drawing for a dinner we’d cook for them (on a night of their choice in the Green Room) out of recipes in the cookbook. That was a talker, too.
I’ve kept that cookbook, as have others I know, because it has some rockin’ good recipes in it.
My roommate submitted her excellent egg nog recipe, but in the Texas, anything-worth-doing-is-worth-overdoing, spirit, I’m offering up Elena’s. When you see the first two ingredients, you’ll see why.
Elena’s Egg Nog
12 eggs (very fresh, from a supplier you trust), separated
1 bottle cognac (a fifth)
1 1/2 quarts milk
1 c. sugar
1 pint heavy cream
Cinnamon or nutmeg for garnish
Beat egg yolks until light. Continue beating as you gradually add sugar and beat until very light. Stir in milk and cream. Pour in cognac, stirring slowly to mix. Cover and refrigerate one to two hours. Beat egg whites until stiff and fold in with yolk/cream/cognac mixture. Sprinkle with spice. Yields 20 servings.
It’s gonna be a Merry Christmas y’all.
Sam is one of Santa’s best elves.
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Ways with bird
About this time every year, Mark and I would be negotiating over the spot where the turkey fryer would go. When the boys were younger, he often deployed it those evenings we made venison burgers on the grill and we needed to make as many French fries as a fast food restaurant fryer holds. That turkey fryer helped feed those boys with hollow legs. If Mark kept it close to the grill to manage the job as I worked in the kitchen on the rest of the meal, that was fine with me.
But the second or third year we made a fried turkey in it, Mark splashed. If he hadn’t been so swift at turning off the gas, we would have had a real problem. And by that I simply mean meat too randomly charred for consumption even by Wolfe family standards.
The incident didn’t phase my slightly pyromaniac husband. But I still reminded him each year that this wasn’t the way to share Thanksgiving dinner with the good folks of Emergency Services District No. 1 and it might be best to move that fryer just a little further away from the garage.
After Mark died, I gave the turkey fryer to my sister and brother-in-law, who raised two professional firefighters. They use it a lot for shrimp boils. And, I went back to this collection of Thanksgiving dinner recipes I started when the Fort Worth Star-Telegram would talk a local chef into helping a hapless reader — usually someone who barely cooked at all — develop a menu and practice it once before the big day.
I always admired the many ways those chefs could come up with a way to roast turkey. But I was collecting recipes for the sides and desserts to go with that big fried bird. The first year I made the pepita brittle, it almost didn’t make it to the table for its intended purpose garnishing the pumpkin flan. The soups were marvelous. And so many inventive ways to serve the cranberries. It’s a nice collection.
After a few years without our turkey frying guy, the kids and I appear to have settled on a favorite way to roast that big bird, a recipe that uses just the breast. Tonight, it just occurred to me why it may have become the favorite. Here’s the recipe for a hint:
The house is filled with the smells of smoky chile and maple. Texas plus Wisconsin. They go good together.
Fun in a coffin-sized package
We came. We ate pink, praline-filled macaroons and pink pan dulce. And cheered the pink coffin.
Denton’s Day of the Dead Festival 2013. (Click on phwolfeDRC to see more short videos from the races on Tout)
Next man in space
Or, getting ready for Halloween at a real Denton institution. Rose Costumes. What do you want to be?
Random Thoughts on the Puzzle Scuttle 5K
The first order of business for the Puzzle Scuttle is to cheer the 1K fun-runners, some of whom have autism, at the finish line. On a cold morning, you can warm up for the race like Michael by taking a quick jog around the parking lot and shedding your warm up suit. Or, as I prefer, by sitting in the pick-up with a downy vest over your knees. When the TCU track star helps guide the crowd in some stretching exercises at the starting line, you must try to look like the elite runner and not the Chick-Fil-A cow doing the same routine next to him. A 5K loop around Amon Carter Stadium has five uphill climbs and two downhill runs, proving that you can go to and from school uphill both ways. The race may have been big, but Fort Worth is small, so you will see other runners having a big French breakfast at La Madeleine afterwards just like you. Always say yes when your son finds a challenge because you may find a new personal best. Oh yeah. Came in at 9:25 pace, ranked 1st in age group, 2nd for runners age 40+, and 25th out of 121. Michael ran a 7:13 pace. Come to think of it, maybe his warm-up way is the right idea after all.
Random Thoughts from the Tour Des Fleurs 20K
A boy pulling his fishing net from White Rock Lake is such a joyful sight it will make you crash into your running buddy. A woman running with her dogs behind you is less scary than a pack of schoolteachers running behind you.
You have to add some outs-and-backs to a run around the lake to get the miles in. If you don’t get the out-and-backs lurking around the lovely Lakewood neighborhood, just drive the neighborhood when the race is over instead.
You aren’t wasting your time wishing for good weather in Texas if she dishes up sunny, dry and 65 degrees. Weed-whacking the lake’s edge waits for no one.
Two years of training for long races makes for a deeper level of mental toughness, but you gotta stop and look at the pumpkin houses anyways.