Archive | September, 2014

“What Is Your Spirit Vegetable?

24 Sep

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 Yeah, I know. WTF?

 

En verdad, I overheard this opening line at Trader Joe’s.  One of his gregarious stockers attempting to throw light on his virtuous palate, fishing for lunch with some Lululemon Nation matriarch tossed out:

 ‘Mine is definitely green onions.’

 I know, right? He might as well have said scrotum.

 

My spirit vegetable: steak.

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Lucky for the Brides of Lululemon I shelved pick-up lines por de boda.

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Y mi esposa lovingly sears my spirit vegetable con migo, hmmm, nearly weekly. Which is not to suggest I corralled her corazon with red meat. Quite the reverse. Fact: I baited her with a “Meat’s No Treat To Those You Eat” sticker. Mira, when we met century last my better 2/3rds suffered from vegetarianism – and so did yo.

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Yeah, I know. How the what?

 

Let he who has never curbed an appetite to extended the company of the fairer gender throw the first t-bone.

 

Spending death till we part pretending side dishes (or what a biker friend of mine like to say of vegetarians, ‘They’re what food eats!’) a complete meal made, well not on my watch. No sir. Rather than take a carne-free question-popping knee I split the scene for Dancing With Chainsaws in the Rocky Mountains while said mate took a ‘sabbatical’ del Corazon in the Bahamas.

 

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Plan A: I’m gonna lumberjack that debutante right out of my life.

 Result: Several hundred feet of lodge pole pine bark hand peeled and tamales hubeirto comido later I reanimate for her in text message form with a staus update sure to inspire envy over my Loggerman Lifestyle.

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Me: ‘I’m on food stamps.’

She: ‘And I’ve been eating a lot of steak.’

Me: ‘And that’s like telling me: ‘I’ve taken up anal sex.’

 If she went on to text “And I married a matador” I’d have let the whole business go the way of my Bone Fone.

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Instead, she dropped and broke he phone in order to catch her ass before she laughed it off.

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By now it should be obvious that if you need to win at cards, or really any game, take on me. I know not the first thing about gambling or gaming or weighing odds or restraint because while with this “anal sex” zinger I thee laid down the Royal Flush of Aces High Hilarity for the marriage hand win I won’t ever see so perfect a play again. Nothing I say, do, text, email, blog, sing, dance, or mime will ever reach the comedic heights – and magnetic me-appeal –  of “anal sex.”

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 And so it is we settle for steak. Never funny. Often bloody. Forever tasty. Mi esposa’s still off all other hooved meats and doesn’t care for/with what I do with the leftovers. Muy malo for her. Mucho bueno for me. Cuz if there’s such a thing as a Spirit Chili, this be the one:

Spirit Vegetable Chile Con Carne Asada

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In a medio saucepan fry leftover

bacon (3-5 strips)

chopped onions (½ to 1)

garlic (3-5 cloves) till aromatic/soft

+ chopped up leftover grilled steak (NY Strip seasoned w/only s & p) + pinto beans in gravy (½ to 1 cup) (dried/cooked s&p only) + 1-2 roasted jalapenos (peeled and seeded) + Tsp o mysterious red chile powder purchased from the ethnic aisle at a now defunct Dominics some two years back + NM red chile powder (tbsp) + Mexican oregano also from Dominics and bought around the same time as the red chile powder – top off with beef broth + boil up then simmer, covered on low heat. Serve with sour cream, pre-shredded cheddar y cerveza.

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And now, why not? In the spirit of spirit vegetables and anal sex, Spirit’s Ode To Both: