Friday Roundup #40
A late roundup: WordPress gremlins, the first real fall mornings, a seafood feast where all sixty oysters vanished, saffron crocus in the ground, and the first pot roast of the season.
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How We Do Burger Night
Burger night at our house isn’t a recipe, it’s a routine: Zach lights the kamado, I press the patties, and everybody builds their own at the counter.
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Overnight Chicken Stock
My overnight oven chicken stock: one big pot, a 210°F oven, and a night’s sleep. Eight to ten quarts of clear, gelled stock to see you through the holidays.
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Creek House Wildlife #2: Everyone Else Who Showed Up
The owl wouldn’t be photographed. Everyone else did. A field guide to the loud, feathered, ridiculous cast at our feeders: three woodpeckers, two hawks, a catbird that sounds like a cat, one ghost-white finch, and the geese who own the place.
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Friday Roundup #39
Cheeseburger Day on the kamado, build-your-own style, fall creeping in, the collards finally in the ground, and what’s coming next week.
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The Taco Meat That Hides a Whole Vegetable
My all-purpose Tex-Mex taco meat hides four cups of purple cabbage in a pound of beef. It disappears as it cooks, adds a veg, and stretches dinner for a crowd
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The Carrot Cake I Knew Was Wrong (And Photographed Anyway)
I had a carrot cake that never failed me, then chased a fancier one. It baked flat, dense, and rubbery. I frosted it and shot it like a magazine anyway.
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Friday Roundup #38
Sunflowers on the counter, half the office bolting ahead of a Friday storm, the collards still sitting on my desk, and a gluten-free honey cake in the oven.
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Put Down the Camera
The 9/11 Memorial Museum has a room where they ask you to put the camera down. Seven trips to Ground Zero, and the photograph I did not know I still had.
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How to Roast and Freeze Hatch Chile (25 Pounds at a Time)
Twenty-five pounds of fresh Hatch, one afternoon on the Kamado, and a year of green chile in the freezer. Plus the queso you have earned by the end of it.
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Somebody Picked These Chiles
Hatch chile farmworkers pick by hand through a sixteen-hour day for under $6,000 a year. A Labor Day essay about what my twenty-five pound box actually costs.
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Friday Roundup #37
An invasive grass has taken the back of the property, the collards are still not in the ground, and minor-league September is winding down at Gwinnett Field.
