{"id":33,"date":"2006-11-05T21:16:12","date_gmt":"2006-11-06T02:16:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kevinomara.com\/2006\/11\/05\/beef-its-whats-for-dinner\/"},"modified":"2006-11-05T21:16:12","modified_gmt":"2006-11-06T02:16:12","slug":"beef-its-whats-for-dinner","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/?p=33","title":{"rendered":"Beef. It’s what’s for dinner."},"content":{"rendered":"

Just like that Burden Brothers song, it’s a beautiful night. Tonight’s the first time I’ve ridden my bicycle since I moved to the apartment – actually, the first time I’ve ridden it since I left Portland. It felt great. The whole town is asleep at 8:00 on a Sunday night and no one got in my way. It was lonely, cold, quiet, and blissful.<\/p>\n

I just did some quick errands: depositing a check, turning in my time slip, grocery shopping. It felt really good to be going to the store on bike again, and Kroger isn’t very far from my place. It is, however, going to piss me off if they don’t grow a bike rack soon. I realize this is Cookeville, not Portland, and there aren’t bike commuters at every intersection. Still, one bike rack is not too much to ask, I think.<\/p>\n

I shall have to write them a letter.<\/p>\n

I’m constantly finding myself more and more motivated to do something<\/I>, something important<\/I>, but I don’t know what my cause is. I thought about getting myself banned from Wal-Mart<\/A> but that just didn’t seem right for me. It’s not that I shop there often, or would even miss it, just that it seems a pointless gesture to make in the middle of Wal-Martburbia.<\/p>\n

I know that I’m only one voice, I know that someone hearing my words may not make a difference. I realize on the other hand that if I say nothing and stay silent then there’s not even a chance to make a difference.<\/p>\n

To what cause should I apply my voice? I can’t make the decision, maybe because I can’t even come up with interesting prospects.<\/p>\n

Ah, well, the entirety of my time is occupied with school, work, and red beans ‘n rice anyway. Right? No? That’s a cop-out?<\/p>\n

Hey, speaking of red beans ‘n rice, and of Kroger, i.e. food in general, I have a recipe that I’ve forgotten to share with you. It’s an old one from the parents’ food library. Let’s see if I can remember it off the top of my head.<\/p>\n

B. Rhea Memorial Soup<\/B><\/p>\n

You need a crockpot to do this correctly (in other words, with the minimal amount of effort) though I suppose you could do it in a large stock pot.
\n1 lb hamburger
\n1 can whole kernel corn, undrained
\n1 can green beans, undrained
\n1 large potato
\n1 large can (30 oz?) stewed tomatoes<\/p>\n

also:
\nbutter
\n1 whole white onion, diced
\n2 cloves garlic, diced or minced
\n2 cups water
\n2 tbsp beef bouillon
\n(or instead of the two ingredients above, substitute 2 cups beef broth)
\nWorscestershire sauce
\nSalt
\nHoney<\/p>\n

1.) Brown and drain ground beef
\n2.) Quarter the potato and slice thinly
\n3.) Put potato, beef, corn, green beans, and tomatoes in the crockpot and get it started
\n4.) Sweat the onions and garlic (in the butter) in a small saucepot over low to medium heat. Cook for about 10 minutes until translucent and soft, covering if necessary
\n5.) Add water and bouillon (or broth) and bring to a boil.
\n6.) Add a pinch of salt, a dash of Worcestershire, and a blop of honey
\n7.) Once the fake onion soup is hot and mixed, add it to the crockpot.
\n8.) When the potatoes are soft, it’s time to eat.<\/p>\n

That’s it – really easy, and a great hearty winter soup.<\/p>\n

Caveat: last time I made this, I didn’t need quite all the tomatoes, so you eyeball it, okay, and make sure it’s as tomatoe-y as you want it to be.<\/p>\n

Thassit. I gots to go study some Spanish and think of a recipe for Tuesday. I’ll try to keep you posted.<\/p>\n

Mwah.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Just like that Burden Brothers song, it’s a beautiful night. Tonight’s the first time I’ve ridden my bicycle since I moved to the apartment – actually, the first time I’ve ridden it since I left Portland. It felt great. The whole town is asleep at 8:00 on a Sunday night and no one got in […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-entree","category-recipe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=33"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=33"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=33"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=33"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}