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Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father's Day. Show all posts

Monday, June 17, 2024

Hibachi Failed


Father's Day with its snafus.  First, I got the week wrong.  It had been my intention to make a corned beef which takes about a week.  Two days to defrost the brisket, five days with Morton Tender Quick, then a few hours of boiling.  Thought I was on target, only to look at the calendar which listed Father's Day the Sunday before I had expected.  So I headed to Trader Joe's for some good Kosher ground beef.  I could make hamburgers on the restored hibachi.

I had purchased this when my children were school-age.  Must have cost about $15.  A few years ago I thought about buying one from Amazon, as mine was long lost.  Price, about $80.  Rarely used, not worth it.  However, on cleaning my basement about two years ago it reappeared.  I cleaned it.  Good as new.  Many opportunities to grill something passed me by.  The hibachi sat under a table in the dining room for maybe two seasons.  Now some hamburger in hand, hot day just prior to the summer solstice, and a special occasion.  I took it out.  

In my garage, I had a package of unopened charcoal.  Not the briquettes, but real assorted pieces of charcoal logs.  Never opened.  In the basement, I had a package of briquettes, similarly unopened.  I opted for the good stuff, as much for its proximity as its superiority.  I assembled the hibachi, placing a layer of assorted charcoal pieces atop the lower grid.  The charcoal package gave three options for igniting it.  I did not have a flue style starter, nor did I have lighting fluid.  That left me with the easy choice, twisting some newspaper, placing it on the cast iron base of the grill, igniting it, then put the lower grid atop the newspapers and restore the charcoal above that.  Easy enough.

Commercial progress blindsided me.  Apparently, newsprint has changed.  It must be chemically treated differently than it once was.  Using a Bic lighter, I could singe the edges, but there must now be some fire retardant put into the manufacturing process.  Those twisted logs of newspaper never created the raging flame that newsprint on fire once did.  The charcoal never acquired part of the flame.  I gave up, though between Father's Day and Fourth of July I can purchase a container of charcoal starter fluid.  And maybe use my more spacious fleishig grill and briquets to give barbecue a second go.

Ground beef patties created with an egg, some Panko crumbs, and seasonings, then cooked in a skillet.  Trader Joe's Kosher beef is the best, a sensory step ahead of what Shop-Rite Kosher Meat department carries.  It was good.  Just not charcoal grilled.

I will need to scrub the hibachi once more, dry the cast iron to avoid rust, then plan its Second Act more carefully.



Monday, June 19, 2023

Father's Day


While it was not my intent to isolate the day, my most significant others did it for me.  Each of the kids called.  My daughter had been traveling to Detroit to see friends but called from there.  She noticed that while visiting her in San Francisco, I had admired the Middle Eastern store with its bins of herbs, but opted not to buy sumac, the one that would be helpful for Middle Eastern cooking that I like to do at home.  I wanted my spices to have Kosher labels on the jars.  She found a not so small jar of Kosher-certified ground sumac and got it for me, slipping it to my wife to hand to me.

My son called from Pittsburgh.  We talked about his trip to Europe.

And my wife went out of her way to make dinner.  Salmon, ears of corn, a ratatouille, superb French bread, chardonnay, chocolate lava cake, and berries.  All I had to do was whip the heavy cream.  And not that many dishes the next day.

Unlike my birthday this year, I felt pretty good.  I created a weekly project list, one that contains more social interactions than previous weeks.  It also encourages me to rebound from some recent rejections and travails.  Kind of week I could use.  

Father's Day got it off to a favorable start.

Sunday, June 20, 2021

Unentitled Father's Day

The Gays get a Pride Month.  Mothers, Fathers, Doctors, and those who Labor get a day.  Up at the specified time for this year's Father's Day.  No real indulgences planned, but I should get a long overdue haircut, if not today, then this week.  It's a treadmill day by calendar.  It's a FB off day by electronic roulette.  And its a do fleishig dishes day because Sundays follow fleishig shabbos dinners.  Don't really feel a need for unique, designated activities or any real or contrived elevation of status.  I'm hardly deprived of opportunities to pursue what I like, though perhaps sometimes deprived of motivation to pursue what I should.  

The calendar usually puts Father's Day at the penultimate weekly planning day for the half-calendar, so my next six months of initiatives as SMART goals get committed to paper.  I did a little better this past semi-annual bloc than most.  Father's Day doesn't change that.  It's more a calendar demarcation point than an indulgent one, as it should be.