A far Easter

Jesus never made it out of the Mideast, so that’s progress! Happy Easter!

It was like old times last night at Alley Cats. The place was packed and we even had enough players to have a doubles tournament. It’s great to see some of the old faces returning from exile.

Like Alan, for example. He left for a two-week visit home at the end of March 2020. The two weeks turned into two years. Welcome home!

I honestly wasn’t that close to Alan before he left. He used to get on my ass about vaping in the bar (which I had the owner’s permission to do) and I just blew him off as another whining liberal Yankee (I believe he’s a New Yorker). So, I was somewhat taken aback by his “let’s go, Brandon!” shirt. Good to know he’s on the right side! And since I don’t vape anymore we should get along just fine.

I had a good warm-up session prior to the tourney and was hopeful that my mysteriously disappeared ability to throw a decent game had returned after a two-week vacation. I did throw much better than I have been. My partner wasn’t particularly strong, but she had some big throws now and again. So, I was pleasantly surprised to make it through the night undefeated.

Alan and my upstairs neighbor John came up through the loser’s bracket. We decided to declare it a tie and split the pot.
My darts partner, Anabelle.

I met Anabelle playing darts as a tourist before I moved here. I actually tried dating her shortly after my arrival as a resident. Went out once and then she blew me off. I still don’t know why. I asked her again last night what happened and she insists it was just a misunderstanding. Hmm.

After the tournament, I hustled down to Sit-n-Bull to pick up my reserved pecan pie. It was there waiting for me. It was starting to drizzle a little and there were no trikes outside waiting, so I decided to pop into Wet Spot for a beer. Owner Dave was there so we exchanged pleasantries and he provided my second beer on the house. I was also joined by my “regular” Wet Spot girl.

Nice to see you again!

By the time I made it home my helper had already emptied the crockpot and put the pot roast in the fridge. Oh well, I wasn’t that hungry anyway. And I still had my dessert:

Damn, that’s a fine pecan pie!

As far as I know, there is no law against having pot roast for breakfast. So that’s just what I did.

Overall, I found it disappointing. Plenty flavorful, but even after over 8 hours of slow cooking the meat was still not as tender as I like it. The cornbread sucked too. Not sure what I did wrong, but it had the consistency of cheesecake rather than bread. Maybe I didn’t bake it long enough.

I did a short 6K walk this morning, mostly in the Santa Monica subdivision. It’s been a while since I’ve hiked those streets.

I’ve been invited to my neighbor’s house for Easter dinner this afternoon. Ed told me I was in charge of dessert. That can only mean one thing: brownies!

My secret ingredients!
The version on the left is more cake-like. The one on the right is chewy and has walnuts.

Everything is ready for my Easter except me. I’d best shower up and roll on out of here. Thanks for coming by!

7 thoughts on “A far Easter

  1. Before I read your note, just from the pic, I thought you were having a piece of pie with your roast. So it appears that the texture and taste matched the picture.

    Good luck on your climb tomorrow

  2. Yeah, I need to do better on my meat selection. Options are usually limited, so when I see something that looks roastable, I grab it. Not all beef is created equal though.

  3. Meat that cooks for 8 hours in the crock pot really ought to be falling-apart tender, no matter the cut. What do you think might be going wrong? Are you putting the roast in whole or something? To distribute the heat through the meat better, cut the meat into three or four large chunks.

  4. Yeah, that was my expectation. And yes, my lazy ass just put the whole roast in one piece. To make matters worse, I put it in frozen. I will definitely try cutting up the next one prior to cooking. Thanks for the tip!

  5. Okay, so that’s definitely not the meat’s fault, and putting that huge hunk in while it’s frozen is just insane. Meat needs time to thaw. If you buy the meat frozen, plan ahead by letting it thaw in your regular fridge for a day, preferably two. It might still be a little frozen after a single day of thawing in the fridge, but it’ll be in a better state than it had been. Or, if you’re lazy, just put the frozen meat in a pan (keep it in its plastic) and let it sit on your counter at room temperature for at least three hours. It won’t spoil on you in that amount of time, especially if it’s still wrapped up. When it’s much softer, unwrap it, split it up, and dunk it in your crock for its eight-hour bath.

  6. Yeah, I honestly thought it would defrost naturally with the crockpot’s assistance. Actually expanded the cooking time to compensate, but, as you say, it was not a brilliant move. I will do better in the future!

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