Archive | 2010

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)

Russian Roulette

One of the things you give up as a perpetual traveler is comfortably familiar places: The corner cafe where you can settle in with a book; your favorite place to take a walk; or that great restaurant where you know exactly what you’re going to order before you arrive.    The old tried and true just doesn’t exist for someone who’s changing zip codes once or twice a week.  Normally that’s a good thing.  But not always.

Does anyone want to place a wager on whether “John” here has any idea how to cut hair?

When Lawnmowers Fly

Sadly, I am not the one flying this contraption.  No, we were picnicking in Gillette Castle State Park when we saw this unknown aviator take off from the other side of the Connecticut River.  He circled a few times and then flew off to destinations unknown.

My only question is: where do I get one?