This recipe has been updated and moved the new blog.
You can now find it here: Porcupine Meatballs on the Creekside Cook
This recipe has been updated and moved the new blog.
You can now find it here: Porcupine Meatballs on the Creekside Cook
There are a lot of songs about Mondays actually.
“Rainy Day and Mondays” – appropriate for today actually since it is raining buckets which is mingling with the last of the melting snow to turn all the little creeks around here into torrential rivers of churning mud. [don’t tell the internets, but “The Carpenters” make me want to hurl]
Then you have “I Don’t Like Mondays”. It’s a little extreme however, what with the shooting people and stuff.
“Blue Monday” Can’t beat Fats Domino, can you? He doesn’t like Monday either though.
“Monday Monday” The Mamas and The Papas – someone left them or broke up with them or something. Not a good day for them anyway.
Are there any songs that like Monday?
You need something to brighten up your day don’t you? I have just the thing. I am not a besotted granny, showing off photos of The World’s Most Fabulous Grandchildren! I am performing a needed and necessary public service, turning an otherwise nasty, rainy Monday into a day when you feel uplifted and cheerful.
Can you look at this face and be sad? I don’t think so.
Don’t do this though. Your face could freeze like that and then it would be hard to find a job.
Grandpa’s safety glasses are also a lovely fashion accessory.
And if you know any happy songs about Monday – tell us in the comments, ok? We could use one this morning!
These are stunt crocuses, from last April. My crocuses this year are still wallowing in depression and despair under the snow. But I need a little bit of sunshine this morning, so I went through my folders from last year and found these little beauties.
Larry is actually in charge of crocuses. He plants them on top of the septic tank, so they bloom a little earlier than they otherwise would.
There is the small matter of his insistance on planting them in straight rows that drives me a little nuts. He’s a carpenter and straight lines are orderly and the way things ought to be. He doesn’t get the idea of naturalization. That’s ok though, because the crocuses multiply and they do understand naturalization, so they come up in little groups instead of lines.
Right now there are just some tiny leaf tips poking up through the snow. The warm weather and rain we are supposed to get this weekend ought to help them out. But, I just couldn’t wait for that. I feel better already – don’t you?
See the young man in this photo? That is my son. Seriously – he calls me Mom and everything! In 2003, Young-jin, who was an exchange student from South Korea, came to live with us for awhile and he has been a part of our lives ever since. He went to college in California, but he is back home now and preparing to go do his 2 years of manadatory military service.
Everything about us was atounding to him. He grew up in Ulsan, which is an industrial city of more than a million people. We live out here in the middle of nowhere. The smell of the air amazed him. The bazillion stars we can see on a clear night amazed him. Our dog, Sadie, amazed him, because she was huge by Korean standards. It was like we had a horse living in our house. Our mini-van seemed enormous to him. He was used to a mega-church in Korea, so our “little” 100 person worship service seemed like a home Bible study to him. He made us look at everything around us with new eyes.
Ordinary American food seemed completely exotic to him. I understood that no Korean person can feel really good about life unless they get to eat kimchi, which consists of pickled spicy vegetables, usually cabbage, at lease once every day, so I made sure to always have it around. As is usually the case in Asian cultures, his Mom had waited on him a lot more than I was willing to do, so guest or not, I told him he had to learn to make his own breakfast. I taught him to fry eggs, so every morning, he had rice with kimchi and eggs. The process, for him, took on the air of a chef preparing Eggs Benedict in a 5-star restaurant.
He also loved American food though. In addition to pounding down grape tomatoes by the dozens, from the bumper crop of them we had that year, he became very fond of certain foods that I cooked. Chili was a huge hit, as was spaghetti and meatballs. Pizza, beef stew, chicken and dumplings, pot roast – he loved it all. But his hands down favorite was this recipe – Sloppy Joes.
This is from an email I got from him this week:
P.S
sometimes when i think about the food you cook for me it drives me nuts….
but i forgot it’s name….. i think it ends with ‘Jo?’ or ‘JOE?’
chopped beef between the burger buns… oh… man………………..
I told him I would give him the recipe, so his Mom, who is a great cook, can try to make it. I am pretty sure that most of these ingredients much be available in Korea, so it should not be too difficult to recreate.
From our point of view, here in the states, this is one of those easy, fast meals that most kids love. I know there is a canned sauce you can use, but I have never tried it, so I don’t know how it compares. Like the burritos, I am a food snob I guess, preferring the homemade stuff. If one can be a food snob when talking about Sloppy Joes that is. It was exotic fare to a 17 year old Korean kid though, and still a favorite of ours.
This is about a pound and a half of ground round, half-way browned, grease drained. A large onion, 2 medium green peppers and 2 stalks of celery, all cut in a large dice, and sprinkled with about 1/2 teaspoon of kosher salt and maybe 10 grinds of black pepper. Continue cooking over medium heat, untl the beef is all browned and the vegetables are starting to brown slightly at the edges.
When I am making something like this, I don’t measure anything. If macaroni and cheese was the first thing I ever cooked, this was probably the second and I would guess I have made it 500 times since. But, I did my best to measure for this post. You can adjust these ingredients to your own liking very easily. It can made more sweet, spicier, more garlicky – just add a little of this and that until it tastes good to you.
1 cup Ketchup
4 tablespoons cider vinegar
3 tablespoons brown sugar
3 tablespoons worchestershire sauce
2 tablespoons mustard [I used dijon, but any kind will do]
2 teaspoons Red Hot or other hot sauce to taste
1 teaspoon onion powder
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder/granules
1 teaspoon mild chili powder
2/3 cup water
Stir into meat mixture
Simmer over medium heat, stirring frequently for about 30 minutes, until nicely thick. Taste to see if it needs more salt.
Serve on crusty rolls
I think Young-jin was right- oh man!
Riley: Hey – I like this new place! It’s nice. And that is a mighty handsome dog that pops up on that picture bar thingie sometimes. Have you thought about just putting pictures of me in all the spots?Me: No, I hadn’t thought of that. I’m not going to think of it either. But I’m glad you like the new site. Was there anything else I can do for you?
Riley: I noticed that a box came in the mail. It smells pretty interesting…
Me: Yes – it came from Shirley. You know, Jason’s Mom. She sends some really awesome stuff sometimes – like coffee from Door County Coffee Company, or jams or something. I was just getting ready to open it actually.
Riley: Well I kind of took a peek in there already and I don’t think it’s coffee.
Me: How can you tell that?
Riley: There’s a card, see? I think it has my picture on it.
Me: Oh good grief! Let me see that!
Riley: I smell peanut butter too. What does this say? Read it! Reeeeeead it!Me: Looks like you scored again dude – this time you get homemade cookies!
Riley: They are REALLY good too!
Riley: Thanks Grandma Shirley! I love you!
Me: She’s Mark and Anna’s Grandma – not yours, really
Riley: She won’t care. She loves me!
Me: I am sure you are right about that.Me: So what are you doing now?
Riley: Shhhhhhhh. You’ll distract everyone.
Me: Distract? Distract from what?
Riley: I’m mesmerizing the next person into sending me cookies.
Me: Well, it certainly worked before. More than once as I recall. Good luck with that.