Stew

Dave K requested the Guinness beef stew recipe. Quantities below are approximate. I often find myself with too much, so you may want to doublecheck against a book recipe.

  • 1 to 2 lbs stew meat, cubed (tradtionally beef but chicken, lamb, pork, whatever, will do)
  • 2 to 8 cans or bottles of Guinness
  • some flour
  • salt and pepper
  • a green pepper, cut into chunks
  • 1 to 2 cups cut-up carrots
  • 1 to 2 cups cut-up celery
  • 2 to 4 cups cut up potatoes
  • a turnip, diced
  • a large onion, sliced thin
  • several cloves of garlic
  • 1 lb mushrooms

There are some optional veggies you can add to the stew such as green beans, kidney beans, brussels sprouts, leek, scallions, broccoli, and even raisins. Have them ready if you wish.

Get a large, deep frying pan, a big soup-pot, and a broad-mouthed, wide dish. You may wish to get a big bowl, as well.

Dump the cut-up vegetables with the exception of the onions and the mushrooms (and the garlic, but that’s not cut up, now is it) in the soup-pot to get them out of the way. A bowl is fine too. If you put them in the soup-pot you need to be OK with dumping your starter stock on top of the raw veggies, which may be a mite messy.

Now put a cup or so of the flour into the broad dish. Add salt and pepper and some spices – whatever sounds good is fine. Oregano, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, even a dab of ground mustard or allspice. The flour should be flecked with the spices and smell aromatic.

UPDATE: Now cut up or slice the mushrooms.

Now fire up the saucepan. If it’s nonstick, you may not want to add oil; otherwise add something to keep the fry from sticking. I use olive oil, corn oil or butter works fine too. Once the pan’s ready (flick water in to test; when the water sizzles and skates, you’re good to go) quickly dredge the cubed meat in the flour and add it to the pan, a handful at a time. Stir and reduce the heat in the pan slightly.

Once the meat’s started to cook, add the onions and the mushrooms. Salt and pepper. As the pan cooks, add the flour that did not travel with the meat into the pan; stir it so that it browns.

The mushrooms and the flour will absorb the oil in the pan, if you’re using any; feel free to add some more as that happens. Add the garlic during this period of time as well. You can chop it up, or use a garlic press, or pound it and then chop it up, whatever you like.

Once the flour begins to turn into a paste (you should be aiming to use at least a cup of flour here – getting it browned and saturated with beef juice and oil provides a thickener for your stew), and the meat is pretty well cooked, open two cans of Guinness. Pour about half of one into the pan with the meat. It will foam up, so add it cautiously. Keep stirring and adding the beer until a whole can is in.

Drink the other can as you do this.

Now reduce the heat a little bit more. Allow the pan to come to a simmer.

If you’ve added the veggies to the soup-pot earlier, you may want to put another can of beer in the pot now and fire up the burner; otherwise transfer the simmering beef and beer into the soup pot and fire up the burner.

Add another can of beer now if you haven’t already – the total should be two cans, one in the frying pan originally and one in the soup-pot. If you’ve held the veggies, allow the liquid in the soup pot to boil – it will foam, keep an eye on it – and add the vegetables.

Allow the liquid to return to a boil and then reduce the heat to a lowish point. That will change the boil to a simmer, which is what we want. Cover. Allow the stew to simmer for at least two hours. More time is fine. Be sure to stir the stew every so often so it won’t cook onto the sides of the pot.

UPDATE: feel free to add either more beer or some water if a) two cans don’t cover everything, a likelihood or b) the beer has boiled down too much. Don’t be afraid to improvise!

(Although if you use a sock or a rock or chunk of pla-doh or something don’t tell your spouse unless they come right out and ask very specific questions about what’s gotten into you this time and just how much of that damn beer did you have anyway and is there any left?)

About 45 minutes before you serve, remove the stew from the heat. Keep it covered. 15 minutes before you serve, stir and check the temperature by tasting. It shouldn’t scald; if it does, uncover. If it’s too cool, replace on heat, and heat on low until you’re happy with the temperature.

Serve with the beer and a baguette. Yummmmm.

Love and Rockets #5

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Originally posted September 1, 2002. Excerpted from Cinescape online. Click pic for full review.

As legions of reviewers have noted, it’s good to have the world in order. A hated Republican leads us once again, and Los Bros are back at work publishing under the same cover. This issue of LOVE AND ROCKETS is the fifth in the new incarnation of the beloved book. Thus far, from my perspective, this issue comes closest to recapturing the magnificent experience that L&R offered a decade or more ago. Key to that experience, and I believe beginning to rear its head here, was a kind of refractory competition between Beto and Jaime, where the work of each would borrow and adapt themes from the other, as if to say, “Oh yeah? Here’s how a man does it, buddy! Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!” This spirit of exploration and competition clearly prodded the creators to the heights they achieved back then; let’s hope it gooses them now as well.

In this issue, the common theme is origins, and specifically, high school and the adolescent transition into maturity. Jaime leads off with the definitive Penny Century origin tale; Beto ripostes (or, since he began the story previously, perhaps it’s Jaime who ripostes) with “The High Soft Lisp,” covering Fritzi’s bumpy high-school days. As is often the case, Beto is reaching for a bigger topic here than Jaime appears to be. The central narrative concern in “Lisp” is Fritzi’s promiscuity.

The Complete Crumb Comics Volume 16

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Originally posted October 8, 2002. Excerpt from Cinescape.

Since 1987, Fantagraphics has been slogging through every line that R. Crumb has ever drawn; that’s when THE COMPLETE CRUMB COMICS VOLUME ONE (The Early Years of Bitter Struggle) was first published. The current volume at hand brings us up to the material that Crumb was working on at the time when Volume One was published (more or less).

The mid-’80s were for Crumb, uh, more years of valiant struggle. He and his wife were co-editing WEIRDO, nearing the end of its long run as an artistically ambitious anthology title on Last Gasp. WEIRDO was a kind of West Coast answer to Speigelman’s RAW, publishing underground and alternative veterans as well as breaking new cartoonists. Among those new cartoonists (to me anyway) was Crumb’s wife and co-editor Aline Kominsky-Crumb, with whom Robert co-authored and drew several projects in the time-honored “jam” fashion.

(Click link at top for full review)

HYSTERIA IN REMISSION: THE COMIX & DRAWINGS OF ROBERT WILLIAMS

hysteria.jpgOriginally posted November 3, 2002. Excerpted from Cinescape online. Click pic for full review.

In November, Fantagraphics releases HYSTERIA IN REMISSION: THE COMIX & DRAWINGS OF ROBERT WILLIAMS, an overdue compendium of the celebrated painter’s graphic work. Since the mid-’90s, Williams has been justly celebrated for his remarkable accomplishments as a fine artist and champion of outsider art. His large-scale gallery paintings, depicting with surreal clarity such things as hot-rod wrecks, mystical visions, and gang fights, have been correctly identified as expressions of the poetry and strangeness of the culture of Southern California, and are much sought after by wealthy Angelino art collectors. He also publishes a magazine, JUXTAPOZ, devoted to outsider art, such as custom cars and folk art. All of this has meant a crucial element of William’s long career has gone largely undocumented.

Robert Williams began his career designing advertisements for Ed “Big Daddy” Roth’s crazy tee shirts in the pages of HOT ROD magazine, and went on, shortly thereafter, to become one of the godfathers of underground comix, his work first appearing in ZAP #4. From the beginning, Williams’ tremendous gifts as a draftsman and psychedelic visualizer mark his work. Reading his stories requires more time than reading those of his contemporaries, simply because he packs so much visual information into each panel. In addition, his mastery of analytic anatomy leads in surprising directions, from the erotic power of the female forms he incorporates and distorts to the deconstruction and re-assembly of invented creatures such as his Coochy Cooty.

FUZZ & PLUCK IN SPLITSVILLE, PART 2 (of 4)

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Originally posted September 12, 2002. Click pic for full review. Excerpted from Cinescape online.

Fuzz, the good-natured teddy bear, and Pluck, the ill-tempered, unfeathered banty rooster, continue their misadventures in what I assume to be the town of Splitsville. When we last left our protagonists, Fuzz had suffered a dog attack while attempting to deliver an order of fast food to a mansion, and Pluck had been invited to join a troupe of animal gladiators.

In the current issue, the story nudges forward by one scene each. Fuzz is brought home by the little girl of the mansion to join her collection of stuffed toys and dolls; they decide that Fuzz should have wings so that he can fly home. In order to do this they cruelly saw the wings off one of their number, a duck. Fuzz is then chucked out the window, where he is again mauled by the dog.

… and some walt whitman

I interrupt my previously announced plans to recycle my own content to recycle content heard yesterday evening (November 12) on the MPR/Keillor ‘Writer’s Almanac.’

There I was, minding my own business, when all my hair stood on end. Damn, that gay old man could write.

8

The little one sleeps in its cradle,
I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away
      flies with my hand.

The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy
      hill,
I peeringly view them from the top.

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,
I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the
      pistol has fallen.

The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk
      of the promenaders,
The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb,
      the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,
The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,
The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous’d mobs,
The flap of the curtain’d litter, a sick man inside borne to
      the hospital,
The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,
The excited crowd, the police man with his star quickly
      working his passage to the center of the crowd,
The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,
What groans of over-fed or half-starv’d who fall sunstruck or
      in fits,
What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry
      home and give birth to babes,
What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what
      howls restrain’d by decorum,
Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made,
      acceptances, rejections with convex lips,
I mind them or the show and resonance of them-I come
      and I depart.

The big doors of the country barn stand open and ready,
The dried grass of the harvest-time loads the slow-drawn
      wagon,
The clear light plays on the brown gray and green intertinged,
The armfuls are pack’d to the sagging mow.

I am there, I help, I came stretch’d atop of the load,
And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full of wisps.

— Walt Whitman, excerpted from Song of Myself

Batch of Comic Reviews

Cinescape is running my latest several comic reviews online again, and I’m behind in crosslinking here. So my next few posts will be linkies. I’ll copy-and-paste the first couple grafs from each.

I have a huge pile of material I’m reviewing my way through at the moment as well, so this also gives me a chance to keep you guys happy and write, all at once.

Kissy kissy. Air kisses to you all.

bellerophon update

The silicon thermal gel arrived today – so I’m closing the keyboard back up on an experimental basis after adding it to the CPU and heatsink.

Ken: what I just said is, “I let out the clutch, now I need to test drive it.”

Tornadoes and Beef Stew

…and poker.

Disjointed, eh? I’ll give you disjointed.

The storm news today reminded me, as always, of April 1974.

I made some beef stew today, with the goodness of Guiness, and mm-hmmm, do it smell good!

I’ve been seduced by the wily Goldstein into a hand of Blog Poker. Thank god the pale-dry-boy is dealing and not kicking my ass, as would otherwise surely happen.

He is employing my favr’ite poker variety, which he’s not named but that I will from now on think of as New Jersey Hold ‘Em.

I’m currently showing a not-terribly-exciting 3h/4d/As/ with one down. We’re waitin’ on the flop.

UPDATE: the Flop done flupped. But it ain’t like I kin tell YEW whut I’m holdin’.

Hey tablemates! I want you all to notice me drinking heavily on the casino’s tab over heah!

hey HEy HEYYYY! Ge’me oneovv ’em uh, whatchacall, um, um, Pernod and gins. Yeahhh, thass it. And MAKE IT A DOUBLE!!

hey, got a light?

Wacky Hoosiers

Wacky Hoosiers is an angelfire site maintained by all-around madman and personal childhood drinking buddy John Barge.

JB assiduously combs the papers of Indiana looking for evidence that our down-home home-state former cohabitants are, well, wacky.

John has a great eye for the absurd, and I’m always happy to see him update the site.

This month, he’s got an article on Hoosier fight hst Sammy Terry, the late nite B-Movie host of Channel 4’s terribly bad horror flick fest for every year in my living memory; that punkin cannon story that was making the rounds, a MUFON conference, and a disturbing image on a cereal box, among other fine offerings.

Don’t miss the scale-model Arby’s.