I left the office, and turned onto my normal path home, only to find it barricaded after a couple of blocks.
I became a pedestrian and started weaving my way through a rapidly thickening crowd. About half way along the closed section of road, I realized that it was closed for a presidential motorcade!
I stopped for a couple of minutes, watching a woman in a jacket emblazoned "U.S. Postal Service Police" opening up mailboxes (presumably checking them for bombs). A K9 unit went past, tails and ears up.
The motorcade arrived, but all I saw of it were flashing lights at a distance as it headed into a garage. Sorry, pictures didn't come out.
The rest of the ride home was mostly uneventful. The only exception was when I pulled up at a red light in the bike lane next to an SUV whose driver suddenly decided she wanted to be going the other way. Rather than proceeding through the intersection and finding a place to turn around, she decided to do a U turn right there at the intersection. She backed up,a bit started to turn into the opposite lane, started to back up (into me!) at this point I yelled, and she looked behind her (at me) surprised that anyone would be there! I scooted out of harm's way and she finished her (very awkward) maneuver. The woman waiting to turn in and I exchanged eyerolls and shrugs.
When I got home, I had a bit of time, so I made Mole' for dinner. One of the things I miss about Salt Lake City was this fantastic place called the Red Iguana that had something like 6 or 7 moles every night- fantastic. You could get a little sampler plate with chips to test them all out and pick your favorite.
Most moles take hours and a list of 20+ ingredients. This one, from Rick Bayless, can be made on a Thursday night (if you have the right ingredients- which I happened to-dried chiles keep for a good long time).
Slice 4 plum tomatoes in half, and put them under the broiler until blackened (about 10 min for my lousy broiler). Start a skilled heating over low heat and (optional) let the dog out and change into jeans.
Tear up 2 dried ancho chiles, and toast them in a dry skillet, pressing them down while they warm until they get a bit lighter red in color (5-10 min) and you can smell them- better to undercook them than t let them burn. Put the chiles in a bowl with water to cover, and stick them in the microwave for a minute to help them soften (or soak for 30 min).
Slice a half an onion, and chunk 2 cloves of garlic. Cook over low heat in a bit of oil until translucent.
In the bowl of a food processor, combine, onions and garlic, roasted tomatoes, 1 cup peanuts, the ancho chiles (but not the soaking water) 2 slices bread, torn in chunks, 2 chipolte chiles in adobo (from a can) 1/2 tsp of cinnamon and 1/2 cup chicken broth. Process into a paste, scraping down the sides as needed.
Heat 3 tsp oil in a saucepan until it shimmers, then turn all the chile paste into it. This is a step unique to moles (although I've seen similar steps in some indian food) but you want to "fry the paste" until it starts to turn a darker red around the edges, stirring with a spatula for 3-5 minutes.
Add 3 cups chicken broth, 1/2 cup red wine, 1 tbs apple cider vinegar and 1 tsp salt.
Stir until it's well combined, and let it simmer for about 20 min.
At this point, the Scientist was on his way home, so I divided the sauce (about the thickness of gravy) in half, put half of it in the pressure cooker, added chicken thighs, and cooked for about 5 minutes once it got to pressure . The rest will go straight into the freezer for a later meal. Serve with tortillas and chips (also good over brown rice). YUM!
Who needs a bell when a yell accomplishes more? Still, I do like Kermit, who is more humorous than my own yells.
ReplyDeleteSteve, what do you yell?
ReplyDeleteI used to favor Oi!, but lately I've been going with Hey Hey Hey (shades of fat Albert?) i want it to be something that doesn't sound like a swear word in any way, but is percussive enough to carry!
i used to yell expletives unmentionable here, but i had to remodel my shout vocabulary once i started riding my kids around. the change has stuck, and now i usually just shout "hey!". if i'm alone and the offense in question is particularly egregious and the offender appears to be a dufus, i revert to judicious use of expletives. most of them are reserved for cabbies.
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