I’d been adapting as well as could be expected to the enhanced quarantine’s curfew hours of 8 p.m. to 5 a.m. Hell, even before the Wuhan virus came to town I was normally home around nine or shortly thereafter. With the quarantine limitations, I’d been going out a little bit earlier than I used to, so things were pretty much in balance.
And now with a stroke of his pen, the mayor of Olongapo (which includes Barretto) has enhanced the enhanced quarantine restrictions and expanded the curfew from 6 p.m. until 8 a.m. Damn, that doesn’t leave me much time to get my groove on. And yes, I’ve been playing a little fast and loose with the quarantine rules, but I have abided by the curfew and I intend to continue doing so. I can make up some cock and bull story about why I’m going out of the house for beer (hey, it’s essential medication after all) but being on the streets past curfew is not going to get me anywhere but jailed or deported. Or both. Not worth it.
So, adjustments will have to be made. Fortunately, the manager of my Speakeasy sent me a message telling me he will adjust the hours of his establishment to accommodate customers like me. I don’t like drinking before 5 p.m., but in these desperate times, we’ve all got to make sacrifices!
I guess my big news for the day is that I found a new bakery/restaurant. Take out only for now, but I did pick up some things to make my home life a little more comfortable.
I’ve only had a taste of the pie. It was still hot out of the oven when I brought it home. For dessert tonight I’ll have some pie a la mode.
Speaking of social distancing, one year ago Buddy and Lucky were being kept apart.
And that’s about all from here. I’m going to do my afternoon walk down Baloy Beach, then hit up the 7-11 store for some vanilla ice cream. Also the fruit stand for some bananas (I hope). The struggle continues!
Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o’clock news blues
And I’ve given up hope for the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I’m not crazy? Is it any wonder I’m sane at allWell I’m so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin’ but I’ve no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I’m not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I’m not in jail?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands?
It’s ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
It’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands
And it’s ticking away, ticking away from me
That pic of the dogs reminded me, once again, of Star Trek.
Chicken fingers and slaw looked great. Not sure what to make of the slow-cooker pork’s flavor profile, though. Ranch dressing, cream of mushroom… and pineapple? You’ll have to tell me how it tastes, because to me, it sounds as if you’ve ventured into the badlands of Single Man’s Weird Meals. Heh.
I’m not saying this from any position of superiority, mind you: I’ve made some bizarre concoctions myself, and they’ve quietly gone un-blogged (then again, some of my earliest foodblogging looks positively disgusting to me now). Maybe I should man up and do a “culinary confessional” series of posts that focuses on misbegotten meals.
NB: pineapple is a fantastic meat tenderizer because of its acidity. Marinate a steak in it, and you’ll have to time the marination carefully because you can end up denaturing your meat!
Ha Ha! Even before I clicked on the link I knew it was going to be that classic Star Trek pic.
Those pork chops (sans pineapple) is from an actual recipe. https://www.pillsbury.com/recipes/slow-cooker-creamy-ranch-pork-chops/977474c3-18eb-42e8-a242-303435c12995
I generally don’t deviate much, but I had the pineapple since I forgot to try it in my chili. I wound up not eating last night (a story for another day) but my helper said the pineapple gave the chops a nice flavor. YMMV.
Standing by for your “true confessions” from the kitchen!
Did you have a chance to eat the dish yet? If yes, how’d it taste with the pineapple added?
Ranch dressing and cream of mushroom at least have creaminess in common, so their combination kind of makes sense. Adding something acidic, like lemon or pineapple, carries the risk of making anything milky curdle, which can change the taste and texture of the dish. Not always, though; there are cream sauces that can survive a dash of lemon juice (or wine, as I’m about to do). For me, though, what makes this strange is that pineapple is also quite sweet, and the two creamy elements are savory. Am very curious as to how this turned out.
Yes, I had some for lunch today. There was just a hint of sweetness, but otherwise, I couldn’t tell any difference. I just used one small can of chunks, drained. Probably not enough to impact the texture and consistency.