I’m busy working on my first video for Patreon and I think finally getting this shit down. I shot it on January first and, as such, was indulging in culinary superstition by cooking both black eyed peas and cabbage. Not with each other, though that was my original intent. Good thing too, because that head of cabbage I bought was foul.
I have a raging boner for food safety, and keeping hot dishes out of the “time/temperature danger zone” is damn near impossible when three out of the four allowable hours are spent in the car. No one’s getting the shits from my food—not on my watch. So, we finally ditched the idea of bringing hot food for Christmas since there’s no way to keep it warm or reheat it on the other end.
Today I’m thinking about chili. I don’t have a chili recipe. I barely have a method, because it’s just not something we eat a lot of. My method, is basically a Texas Red (no beans) with a molé vibe. It'd beefy. It's rich. It's mysterious. It's also undocumented so I need to fix that before it gets deported.
It’s Black Friday. The Wife and Offspring are busy undecorating Thanksgiving to make way for Christmas. Meanwhile, I’m sitting in my office typing this. I’m grateful he’s here to haul stuff up and down the stairs because my hip is giving me hell. I really aggravated it while doing some last-minute shopping on Wednesday. I need to remember not to pivot on that leg, but when the store is packed and patrons are playing full-contact grocery shopping, only the nimble survive.
I know owning a home is supposed to be an asset. That’s what they tell you. It’s bullshit. They tell you it’s an asset to make a traditional 30 year mortgage seem like a great idea. That’s not to say I don’t believe in the investment possibilities of real estate, I genuinely do, but home ownership is bullshit. Why? Nature and taxes.
