Sunday, November 8, 2009

.....And Sometimes We Cook

One of the greatest pleasures I've had on this trip has been the opportunity to cook with my best friend.

Pat is an excellent amateur chef. I know a lot of amateur chefs, myself included. I have to put him at the top. He's relentless when persuing perfection. His crab cakes are superior to any other attempt I've tasted.

Don't even attempt to argue that point with me. Everybody I know has their own crab cake recipe. I've tried every one of them. They've all come up short.

As is my wont, I took pictures of our adventures in cooking.

So then, I present to you a gallery of Doc Lloyd and Air Traffic Mike's "Culinary Adventures 2009".


Beef ribs marinated in red wine, light soy, herbs, and cayenne pepper.




The ribs after smoking/slow cooking on the grill for three hours


Doc roasted these fresh South Jersey red bell peppers to accompany the ribs. The balsamic vinaigrette was a hit.


I took charge of the potatoes. Diced russetts, white onion, sage, thyme, garlic, black pepper and salt. Roast at 400F in a preheated cast iron skillet for 25 minutes.

Sometimes you just have to take advantage of what's in season to plan future meals.


"Tomato Frenzy 2009". We put up 150 pounds of ripe South Jersey Roma tomatoes for the Winter.

Speaking of what's in season, who doesn't like fresh blue claw crabs? Bet you've never had them this way.




Doc Lloyd presents "Mom Lloyd's Fried Hardshell Crabs". These are hard shell crabs, mashed down between two plates, and sauteed in butter. We made a lot of these through the Summer.

So what did we do with the claws?


I took them to the pot with a proprietary blend of beer and spices. Hey, I'm not going to give away all of our recipes' secrets.

One fine Saturday the good Doctor and I found ourselves at Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia.

I spied and purchased this prime(real USDA Grade Prime)rib:


It was the best $185 I've ever spent.


After being generously seasoned using our own prime rib seasoning it made its way to the rotisserie.


Prime rib at rest. Medium on the outer cuts, rare in the middle.

At the other end of the meat spectrum....




Scrapple! Note the ingredients. It's the pork snouts that keep it moist.

Speaking of pork remnants, "Air Traffic Mike's Southern Fried Chicken"!








The motto: "Where the bird from the yard meets seasoned flour and lard."

More comfort food:


My version of Shepard's Pie using garlic mashed potatoes and a parmesean cheese topping.

One of the nicest treats were these:


Fresh figs from the side yard.

On yet another excursion into Philly, we found ourselves in the Italian Market and nearby Oriental Market. As always, we came home with the truck fully loaded.


Bread from Sarcone's Bakery. They make a "tomato bread"(flat bread with a pasty thick tomato sauce) that is to die for. This day, having already had something to eat, we just got some nice crusty loaves of fresh Italian bread.


Next stop, Fiorella's to pick up some Italian sausage. If you're thinking, "Hey, that guy looks like he's worked there all his life.", you're right.


We got to Esposito's shortly thereafter. It was a tough choice between the calves feet and the Kobe burgers. After careful consideration, we opted for a case of the Kobe burgers.

We hadn't been to the Oriental Market in some time, so we loaded up our supplies from the Italian Market and made our way over there. The Oriental Market has a lot of stuff, most of which you don't see in American grocery stores.


They have a wide selection of rice, most of which are available in 50 pound sacks.


I'm a big fan of the barbequed duck and pork.

They have an unusual assortment of live "seafood" in the back.


Live bullfrog. There used to be a sign that read, "Not For Pets", but apparently they finally got their customer base to understand the concept.


They have a fine selection of fresh shellfish.


Live crab. It doesn't get any fresher than, "It was swimming when I bought it.'.


Not quite as fresh as his family pictured above. It doesn't get any deader than, "All eight are pointing up.".

Fancy and fresh is nice, but sometimes good old fashioned oven recipes are called for. We hit the first cold spell of the Fall.


"Air Traffic Mike's Chicken Pot Pie". Cast iron skillet is preferred, but onion soup crocks work nicely too.

Speaking of onion soup....


Doc showed me how to make a small, quick batch for two to four.

One fine day we decided to make some meatloaf. Neither of us could agree on the ingredients. "The 2009 Meatloaf Challenge" was on.


I went first, gathered up my spices and seasonings, and made this work of art. Satisfied I had things well in hand, I went upstairs to shower up.

When I came downstairs 20 minutes later, Doc presented this masterpiece:


Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the 2009 Meatloaf Challenge Champion of the World!

On yet another trip to Philadelphia, these fine young crustaceans waved at us:


Aren't they cute?

We thought so too. They looked cold so we took them home and gave them a nice hot bath.


See? All nice and clean.


They eventually made their way into "Doc Lloyd's World Famous Lobster Thermidor". You've never had better because better doesn't exist past this point.

One of our more interesting meals was when Doc, in a moment of sheer insiration, ordered a case of hanger steak through a friend of ours. If you've never had hanger steak, do yourself a favor. Try one. Prepared properly, that being not more done than medium rare, you'll never have a better tasting piece of beef. Better than ribeye, strip, and filet.

We bought ours untrimmed. The price was less than $2.00/pound. I would remind you that is a wholesale price for the whole piece of meat, fat, scrap, and all. Even so, after some deft trimming by the two of us, our cost was still only $3.50/pound.

We trimmed four whole pieces, yeilding eight pieces of steak. Doc took four, I took four.

"Iron Chef Pennsville - Hanger Steak Battle" was on.

Doc opted for a chinese BBQ based marinade, I opted for my red wine/soy/ginger/garlic marinade.


Doc's entry draining prior to hitting the grill.


Doc's entry on the left, mine on the right.

The outcome? Close, but Doc prevailed with me casting the deciding vote. The Chinese BBQ left a really nice crispy char on the outside and the five spice seasoning went very well with the meat. Not overbearing, just a nice background to a very, very tasty and tender piece of steak.

Our last big foray would be one of my favorites. "Pat and Mike's Cream of Mushroom Soup". We were up near Kennett Square, Pennsylvania on some farm business. Kennett Square is the "Mushroom Capital of the World" by their own boast. I doubt the claim of the world, but they are indeed the "Mushroom Capital of the United States".

We stopped at one of the local growers who sells retail. We left with 3 pounds of fresh shitake, three pounds of fresh portabella, three pounds of fresh oyster, three pounds of fresh crimini, and three pounds each of medium and stuffer white button mushrooms.

How fresh were they? We waited while they cut them. All of them.

A lot of people make cream of mushroom soup using chicken stock or vegetable stock as their base. We don't. We make mushroom stock.


Sautee the stems, carrot, celery, thyme, and bay leaves in butter.


Once softened, add cold water and simmer.


Melt butter to sautee the caps.


Think we're going to have enough to share?


Believe me, the mushroom caps will cook down.


After the caps cook down, add flour and cook on low to make a roux.


Strain the mushroom stock and add to the caps/roux mixture.


Simmer until reduced by 1/4, add cream. Heat until just before it reaches a boil.

Serve with crusty bread and a medium dry white wine.

I don't know about you guys, but I'm full.

In spite of all the heavy lifting and hard labor we endured over the Summer, what you see above is what we did to relax. Neither of us has ever found cooking to be an onerous chore.

The nice thing was that I learned a few things from Doc and he from I. We've always worked well as a team. We put together some wonderful meals and more importantly made some more memories.

It doesn't get much better than that.

Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Meanwhile, Back In Virginia.....

One thing I'll say about road trips, there's always something to see if you look hard enough.

Splitty the Maul was looking forward to a return trip to Virginia.


He was buckled in and ready to go.

NOTE: Splitty ALWAYS wears his seat belt.

Now remember, Splitty has had some fun adventures in Virginia and some not so fond memories.

Such is life for men and mauls.

We crossed over the Delaware Memorial Bridge into New Castle, Delaware.


Splitty was on the lookout for cool roadside stuff.

It didn't take long.

He pointed out a Catholic church off our right. I grabbed my camera and one handed the shot while driving. I took this picture:


This is quite possibly the largest aluminum BVM* in the history of BVMs.
*Blessed Virgin Mary

I don't care where you're from, THAT'S a lot of recycled beer cans out there blessing the highway.

Due to the amount of weekend traffic, the inherent dangers of driving and taking pictures simultaneously, AND the really inherent dangers of making fun of the Virgin Mary I decided that it would be best to put my camera down for the remainder of the trip.


Splitty said the Rosary and asked God to forgive me.

Things like that make Splitty an invaluable wingman on road trips.

We got to Virginia Beach by late afternoon.

Bruce was able to take one of the two chemotherapies he's been taking on Thursday afternoon. He was a bit tired, had a sore throat, and his color was still off. His spirits were good however, and all in all I thought he looked pretty good. He hadn't slept well Thursday night, but honestly none of us have slept well of late.

I was just happy to see him again. He still has a lot of fight left in him. That's the Bruce I've always admired. In high school he won cross country races over better competitors many times.

They had great legs, but they didn't have his heart.

On the golf team he put away some of the best high school golfers in the state. They may have out driven him, but they didn't have his mental toughness or his finesse on the green.

He's still fighting. He's sick, but he perseveres.

It is both breathtaking and humbling to watch just how hard he is fighting this match.

I just wish it was taking place on a golf course instead of inside his body.

Our oldest brother came down yesterday as well. Today it is college football, visiting with each other, playing some poker, and cracking jokes on one another.

Just like we've always done.

No disease can take that from us.

Ever.

Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.

Friday, November 6, 2009

One For The Highway

Diet coke?

Check.

Scrapple and cheese sandwich from the Italian Kitchen?

Thanks Gino.

Check.

Splitty the Maul?


Check.

Okay kids, color me "gone".

Until the next time, live from Virginia, all y'all take care of yourselves.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Homeward Maybe.........

Tomorrow morning at "0 dark 30" I'll be heading south to Virginia.

My work here, at least as much as I was able to complete, will be done.

Honestly, I've been stressed out this week. My older brother was unable to take chemo this Monday past. His blood numbers were way out of line. He's become jaundiced.

The doctors performed some liver function tests. He'll get the results today.

I fear for him. If the cancer has entered into his liver there is little the doctors can do but make him comfortable until the end.

For those of you who left me spirited messages on Facebook regarding the Yankees beating the Phillies in the World Series be advised I deleted them.

I've not had the time or disposition to talk baseball or shit talk baseball since I got this news.

Baseball is a game, cancer is not.

So then, my trip back to Memphis begins. My time in Virginia will be based on the needs of my brother and his family. He may end up being okay and my stay will be brief. If not, then I'll be back in Memphis when I can.

Either way, for my Memphis friends, I'll let you know.

Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Stand By Me

I had this forwarded to me this morning.

I think it is, without a doubt, the most creative music video I've ever seen.

Ben E. King would be proud.

Safe for work.

Enjoy.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Now Leaving The Top 25 For Good......


"Ole Miss".

Better luck next year.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

The Home Stretch

Another month down.

Huh.

It seems just like yesterday that I set out on this six month sojourn. The warming breezes of Spring were just beginning to yield to the hazy, hot days of Summer. The Memphis Championship BBQ Contest was still the next big thing on the Downtown gang's radar screen.

It wasn't for me. My road led elsewhere. At that time I thought I knew exactly where it would take me.

A summary.

I set off, headed eastbound on I-40. Nashville came and went in a blur. Soon I was sailing over the Cumberland Plateau. The flowering trees dotting by the millions the darkness of the woods. Knoxville was in my rear view mirror in the next blink it seemed. A night in Bristol. Rest and some well earned beers.

I-81, I-64, Virginia Beach. Five weeks of tending to my brother. For him, rest and healing. For me, five weeks of making up for lost time since we parted company in 1977 when he joined the Navy.

50th birthday celebration for the older bro, health returning if only fleetingly, cruising down the highway for Nags Head and the beach. I'll be home in less than a week, mission accomplished.

Phone call from best friend. Trees down, damage beyond description. Help!

No Memphis for me. Something even better. Five weeks with my best friend and his family. Big trees broken. Barn totalled. Chainsaws running six days a week. Heavy lifting, brush hauling, asleep by 7:00 pm. Fishing, crabbing, boating somehow squeezed in after working and on the one day off. Primary work completed, plans made to finish job in Fall.

Finally time to go home. Hazy, hot days in full swing. A cooling stop in Asheville, NC. The dark, foreboding Smoky Mountains at dusk. Cold beer, live Irish music. A bartender named Susie I'd met on a previous trip the year before. Closing time! Let's go! Wine by the pool. Skinny dipping at 3 am. Obliged!

A "See you next time." that will never come.

*wink*

Why is it called a "one night stand" when most of it happens laying down or on your knees?

I-40 westbound. The Summer heat baking the Interstate turning roadkill into jerky.

Home. Three weeks. Friends, fun, rest. Phone call.

"Bruce has another bacterial infection.".

Back to the East Coast. Late nights of worry. Pacing, thinking, praying, wondering. Long days of healing. He responds well to treatment. Time to finish work up in New Jersey.

Barn starts coming down. Maintenance work for two weeks. The hazy, humid days of Summer get pushed aside by the brusque winds and rains of Fall. Soybeans, green yesterday, gold the next. Wood, lots and lots of wood to be split. A Phillies game and a 16th birthday. Two new puppies. Wood to be split. Soybeans brown and harvested. Some knee maintenance. More wood to be split. Healing.

Not much more wood to be split.

Whew!!!!!

Today I'll finish up the remaining black walnut here and get as much of the cherry next door as I can. Tomorrow, God and weather willing, I hope to get the rest of it finished up.

The good doctor has a follow up appointment early this week coming up.

Doc's gonna need a good wheelman again.

As always, it's my pleasure.

The nice thing about entering into the home stretch is that no matter how I get there, I always take time to enjoy it. On my last week of work I took the time to savor every last minute of it. I knew that I'd never do it again.

This week I find myself doing the same. The main reasons for this trip are circumstances that I pray will never be repeated.

Should it happen again, I am prepared to respond accordingly.

Again.

Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.

Air Traffic Mike, ret.