The experiment was making stew in a crock pot slow cooker. I already knew making stew in the slow cooker was possible, the experiment was would it taste good? The best receipes are simple so I assembled stew meat, potatoes, carrots, and half a large onion and added enough cold water to cover, then added salt and pepper to what I hope was to taste. I turned the cooker to high until a slow simmer was attained, then to low, and as the sun was rising and the local school kids left for school, I went to bed.
There was a great deal of activity in the house today, so my sleep was non-contiguous. That’s a fancy way of saying it took me a long time to get enough sleep. Hence the need to be in the bed almost 12 hours to get enough sleep to not feel like I had been punched in the face. That’s the easiest way to tell if I had enough sleep, if my face hurts I need to get back in bed.
But enough about me, you need to know about the stew. The stew was …acceptible… but by no means outstanding. I needed to use more salt and pepper, and some herbs would have helped. But as I understand it there are several variations on the concept of “stew”, and “just salt and pepper” is one of those concepts. There are other concepts that shuffle the veggies that accompany the meat, different meats, as well as different ratios of the various veggies. This particular combo used pork, a couple of medium-sized spuds and a couple of handfulls of baby cut carrots and that half onion, with about a half teaspoon of black pepper and a full tablespoon of salt. I was concerned that I had too much salt and pepper, but as it turned out I needed more salt and pepper.
On the one hand it’s a good thing that I can make stew with the crock pot, especially since Mrs. the Poet melted the stove down by putting it on self-clean for 3 hours. On the other hand, Mrs. the Poet does not like the crock pot, so it’s mine and I’m the only one who uses it, so I’m doing a lot more cooking around the house. I don’t want to be the main cook because that takes a lot of the enjoyment out of cooking. It’s fun to cook when you want to cook and there’s something you want to make. It’s much less fun to cook when you don’t want to cook and you don’t know what you’re going to cook. That’s the situation much too often at Casa de El Poeta. On really bad days there is also the problem of inventorying what is still edible before deciding what to cook. And this highlights the difference between when I cook and when Mrs. the Poet cooks, when I cook it’s because I want to, when Mrs. the Poet cooks it’s because she has to. If this experiment is successful there will be more days where I want to cook than Mrs. the Poet has to.
The RPG group had lunch before game today and I helped with preparations by slicing vegetables with a mandolin. I also sliced my finger, thumb, and a fingernail, removing chunks from each one. And seasoning the veggies with a little blood. Just a note, there is not enough salt in blood to season veggies. And also the bandaid on the fingertip makes it really difficult to type because it catches multiple keys in one keypress and I might have to go back and delete one, two, or sometimes three wrong letters to fix a word. Yep, I can hit 4 keys at once with this bandaid trying to hold my finger together. I’m really hoping we got the sliced bit back in the right place, because I know if I did the scar will be small and almost unnoticeable, and heal quickly, or a huge purple-red dot on the end of my finger if I didn’t get it in the right place. The last time I sliced the end off a finger it got lost in the pepperoni and it took about 8 years to grow back to the point that it didn’t constantly remind me that I cut off the end of my finger in a meat slicer, and about 25 years later you have to know where to look to find it. And someone got a surprise in their pizza.
And I’m back to the place I was a few years ago on the Sprint-T, needing a front engine RWD vehicle as a donor vehicle for the drivetrain. Or spending a ton on a crate engine and transmission. And I really don’t want to drop money I don’t have to on crate parts. Seriously the purchased parts will not work for anything other than a front-engine RWD car without lots of ballast (added weight). And without doing serious damage to the polar moment to the point that it might as well be front-engine. Seriously, the only way to save the TGS2 would be to stick the front axle assembly into a corner or closet and just pretend very hard it never existed, while I build a featherweight front suspension to keep the sprung/unsprung ratio close to something sane.
Also since I can’t make any progress on either full-scale car, I’m returning to the Mini Sprint-T. After getting almost all the parts needed to start the build, I got the idea that building the TGS2 was possible, and I stopped working on the Mini version. I think that was a mistake now, but back then it looked like the right thing to do to stop making a model and focus on the full-scale car. At least now I can take pictures instead of writing thousand-word descriptions of what I’m trying to do.
And last thing before I run this through the proofreader, Mrs. the Poet came in complaining about walking like a penguin and asking if there was a song about it and telling me I should use my music app to find out. Well, it turns out that there are not one, not two, but at least three different songs with the title “Walk Like a Penguin”, one kids song that I won’t inflict upon you, a remake of the Bangles song “Walk Like an Egyptian”, and a rap techno song that I likewise will not inflict on you.
And I got up after 3 hours of sleep to go play Shadowrun, so I’m starting to fade out here.