Archive | July, 2010

Longer Hose Wanted

Our sewer hose (bottom right), stretched to the limit

We arrived safely in Massachusetts basically on schedule, a few wrong turns aside.  The rig leveled successfully, which was never a problem, but whether we’ll be able to un-level it, remains to be seen.  It could be that our leveling jacks are now a permanent foundation.  So if anyone wants to see us, we’re in Lanesborough, MA, possibly for the foreseeable future.

Set-up took longer than usual today.  When entering our campsite Shannon helpfully pointed out that my hose wasn’t quite long enough to reach the desired spot.  So I had to pull out, and back in, and out, and in, many more times than either of us wanted.  But once started, you have to see the job through to completion, or else everyone just ends up cranky.  Through persistence, and no small measure of skill on my part, we eventually got things situated to everyone’s satisfaction.  But life would be much easier if only I had a longer hose.  So I’m off to see if I can find an extension.

Jacks Up, Ready to Roll

If all goes according to plan, we’ll be on the road to the Berkshires in an hour or so.  That’s also what we thought yesterday, but at least as of this very moment, the rig checks out tip-top.  Wish us luck.

Stuck In Orbit

Sick bay

The good news is that we got our coach back from the dealer the very same afternoon.  The bad news is that they didn’t fix a frigging thing.  A convenient thunderstorm revealed that our window still leaks.  And the left rear leveling jack, which wasn’t fully retracting before being serviced, wouldn’t retract at all this morning.

Yup.  Two days after being “fixed” the jack went down, and stayed down, rendering the rig immobile.  Fortunately, this problem yielded to the same prescription that seems to work for most of life’s troubles: a two-by-four and a crowbar.  Shannon supplied the muscle while I stayed inside pushing little buttons.  My button-pushing prowess paid dividends, though, as we eventually coerced the jack back into place, allowing us to make a second trip to the dealer.

Naturally, we couldn’t recreate the jack problem for the mechanics and everything works just peachy at the moment.  It’s magic.  I was, however, able to demonstrate the leak and the dealer agreed to replace the window, when one arrives, in three weeks, maybe more.  Who knows?  We’re not going to wait around, although we won’t be venturing very far since a return trip to the dealer awaits us.

It feels like we’ve failed to achieve escape velocity and we’re stuck in orbit around upstate New York.

They Don’t Build Them Like They Used To

Which is true, because as I understand it, they used to build motor homes like complete crap.  The quality is much better now, but I still think it’s rare to get one without any problems whatsoever.  And so it is with ours.  We’re back in New York trying to get some kinks ironed out at our dealer.  It’s mostly small stuff, and we hope to be back on the road shortly.  While our rig is in the shop, Shannon, our ferocious feline, and I are bunking down in my old room at my parent’s house.  It’s funny how things work.  I spent the better part of my adolescence trying to get a couple of girls in that room with me . . . now another childhood dream fulfilled.

Beautiful Barbeque

BBQ Chicken RecipeI don’t usually post pictures of my meat on the internet, but sometimes it looks so mouthwateringly tasty that I just have to share.  I’m also celebrating something of an epiphany.  And I have a confession to make.  I don’t know how to barbeque.  It is somewhat emasculating to admit, but I only cook a couple of things on the grill, and none of them qualify as traditional American barbeque (chicken tikka, fajitas, etc).   Up until now, barbequed chicken was a matter of throwing some breasts on the grill and slathering them with store bought sauce.  Shannon liked it well enough, but for me the results didn’t warrant even the minimal effort it required.  Part of the problem is that we’ve spent our entire adult life living in a city.  No backyard, no barbeque.  But now, man-style cooking over open flame is de rigueur.  So if I’m going to do it, I want to do it right.  And I want it to be awesome.

What I’ve learned is that great barbeque isn’t about the sauce.  It is about layering flavors.  Store bought sauce can actually be very good, but if what is underneath is a piece of dry, tasteless carcass, then the whole thing ends up being a waste of time.  But there isn’t just one secret to making great barbequed chicken, there are two . . . rub and mop.  The rub (a blend of dry spices) forms the first layer of flavor.  Brown sugar and paprika in equal parts (together with salt, garlic, onion powder and pepper for some kick) creates a sweet and smoky base that screams traditional barbeque.  Rub the spices on to the chicken and let them soak in for several hours before grilling.

The “mop” sauce, however, is a revelation.  Basting grilled meat with sugary barbeque sauce causes the outside to burn before the inside is done.  But a vinegar-based, sugarless mixture of spices can be applied throughout the cooking process, keeping the meat juicy and adding another layer of flavor.  Only in the last couple of minutes does the barbeque sauce come into play, getting seared into the meat right before it comes off the grill.  The final product . . . mmmmmmmm, beautiful barbeque.

Barbeque Rub (makes enough for several meals)
1 tbs brown sugar
1 tbs paprika
1 tbs salt
2 tsp black pepper
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsp onion powder
1/8 tsp cayenne

Mop Sauce
1/2 cup white vinegar
3/4 tsp salt
1/4 tsp black pepper
1/4 tsp garlic powder
1/4 tsp onion powder
1/4 tsp red pepper flakes
1/4 tsp thyme

Barbeque Sauce – Stubb’s Spicy (or brand of your choice)