Thursday, November 16, 2017

“The Outlaw Chef Returns”



c. 2017 Rod Ice
All rights reserved
(11-17)




In past newspaper columns under the ‘Thoughts At Large’ banner, one of my most frequently revisited topics was that of unusual recipes. Such an interest developed during a childhood where I was inspired by the culinary gifts of my mother and the odd kitchen improvisations of my father. Not only did they feed the family, but also neighbors, friends and our church community. This meant that meals sometimes found their own schedule due to needs outside of our home. So I learned at an early age to follow an important household maxim: “If you are hungry, then make something to eat!”

Once, I found a traditional recipe for Menudo (tripe stew) in a motorcycle magazine. My father was inspired to make it in our home kitchen. When finished, the big pot included pigs feet, lemon wedges, coriander seeds, garbanzos and lots of flavorful additions. No one in the house would go near it, except for him and myself. The story has become something of a family legend. It inspired my own freewheeling style of cooking.

Recently, I discussed this family tradition with one of my cousins via Facebook. In the course of telling my story, I spoke about having just made a ‘kitchen concoction’ that used Polish sausage from my freezer. In the spirit of past prose adventures about making such meals, I decided to revive the recipe series. What follows here are rowdy food examples from my present day kitchen:

Uncle Rod’s Kielbasa Beer Soup

Ingredients:
1 ½ lbs. fresh kielbasa
1 can (12 oz.) beer
½ cup chopped onion
1 can Campbell’s ‘Bean with Bacon’ condensed soup
1 chicken bouillon cube
1 can (15 oz.) sliced carrots
2 cans (15 oz. each) sliced potatoes
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tsp. black pepper
2 cups water

Directions:
Pan fry kielbasa until browned. Then place in slow cooker, pour beer over the meat. Add bouillon cube. Cook on high for three hours. Remove meat, slice into chunks. Place kielbasa back into crock pot with some or all of the beer broth as desired. (Broth will be strong, lots of flavor.) Add vegetables and the can of condensed soup with garlic powder and black pepper. Add water to fill the pot. Cook for another hour.

Uncle Rod’s Fried Burrito Breakfast

Ingredients:
1 frozen burrito (personal favorite is Tina’s Red Hot)
1 slice of American cheese
oil
sour cream
salsa
pepper sauce
traditional breakfast items like eggs, sausage or bacon, etc.

Directions:
Cook the frozen burrito in microwave for one minute on high. Place in hot oil and pan fry until golden brown on both sides. (The tortilla shell will have a consistency and flavor similar to pie crust.) As the cooking is nearly finished, top with the slice of cheese and allow to melt. (Add salsa, sour cream and pepper sauce if desired.) Serve with regular breakfast items.

Uncle Rod’s Bratwurst Noodle Bake

Ingredients:
8 bratwurst sausages
2 cans (10.5 oz.) condensed cream of mushroom soup
2 cans (measured) half & half
1 bag (16 oz.) egg noodles
1 large sweet onion (chopped)
½ cup grated cheese (vary to taste)
½ cup crushed pork rinds

Directions:
Pan fry bratwurst until browned. Meanwhile, saute chopped onion. Place bratwurst on the bottom of greased baking dish. In a pot, prepare noodles as directed and combine with condensed soup, onions and half & half. Pour over bratwurst. Top with grated cheese and the crushed pork rinds. Bake uncovered at 350 degrees for 45 minutes, or until golden brown.

Uncle Rod’s Cheesy Vienna Sausage Grits (A Hillbilly Favorite)

Ingredients:
1 can (4.6 oz.) Vienna sausages
½ cup instant grits
1 slice American cheese
1 small chopped onion (if desired)
4 slices (thick) of real butter (or more)
2 tbsp. oil (for skillet)
1 tbsp. bacon bits (optional)

Directions:
Pan fry the Vienna sausages in oil. Set aside. Saute onion, also set aside. Prepare grits as directed. When cooked, stir in American cheese. Put on a dinner plate and top with sausages, onions, bacon bits and a generous amount of butter.

Uncle Rod’s Beef & Bean Game Day Nachos

Ingredients:
1 bag (11 oz. or other) of corn tortilla chips
1 lb. ground meat (beef or sausage)
1 envelope of taco seasoning
1 can (15 oz.) garbanzos
1 jar (12 oz.) jalapeno slices
1 jar (16 oz.) salsa
1 pkg. shredded sharp cheddar cheese
1 container (16 oz.) sour cream
1 can (15 oz.) black olives
pepper sauce (to taste)

Directions:
Prepare meat with taco seasoning according to directions. Slice black olives. Start with tortilla chips on a plate, layer ingredients finishing with sour cream. (I always end up with a mess while eating and have to finish with a small fork.)

My only issue with cooking is a nagging difficulty with following recipes, even my own. I tend to improvise in real time, as new ideas or ingredient issues dictate changes. Sometimes, I simply want something a bit different from what was made before. This wayward streak keeps boredom at bay but creates chaos when I try to relate to friends and family what I have created. Still, as Hank Williams Jr. once sang, it is part of a “family tradition.”

The ‘Outlaw Chef’ is still on duty!

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

“Leftover High Life, Revisited”



c. 2017 Rod Ice
All rights reserved
(11-17)




Retirement.

I expected to reach this auspicious point in life after a long career and many hours spent pondering choices. But it arrived like an unexpected house guest, as I was only in my mid-50’s. Preparations made for shifting to a slower lane of travel were not yet complete. It felt odd to confess that I had been sidelined from my management career. Yet suddenly, there was time to pause and work on my writing adventure. Though my household budget shrank, opportunities for creative prose and lyrics were never more unlimited. In 2015, I published my fifth book and decided that it would provide a farewell-in-print as I abandoned my writing in favor of continuing to earn a regular paycheck through business employment. But fate shattered that paradigm as I was moved to an early exit from my company. Suddenly, I was back where it all began:

Leftover High Life
Sparkling in the glass
Leftover High Life
Last night really kicked my ass
Leftover High Life
Sold for a special price
Leftover High Life
Retirement sure feels nice.”

No longer working a preset schedule changed everything. Predictably, around 4:00 in the morning, this mood seemed to gain the greatest focus. As I stood before the refrigerator on such days, pondering early breakfast options, one familiar sight gave me hope. That of a busted-open 12-pack of Miller High Life. The remainder of a previous night spent researching alcohol effects. It was my low-dollar, retirement beverage of choice. A friend from long ago, when pennies were few and dreams were plentiful.

How strange to think that the young man in his early 20’s had transformed into a stooped, stumbling fellow of 56. Both with the same zest for uninhibited living and cheap suds:

Leftover High Life
Not too proud to drink up
Leftover High Life
I’m thirsty, fill my mug
Leftover High Life
My friends may disagree
Leftover High Life
That means there’s more for me.”

I had maintained my mobility with the use of a cane for at least two years. (Stylishly painted with Hot-Rod flames, like one used by ‘Dr. Gregory House.’) This meant that upon entering my local beer store, other patrons would sometimes hold the door open as I entered. This small measure of kindness was something I could graciously accept. But the purchase of a 30-pack would have me struggling to carry the liquid monster while maintaining my balance. Inevitably, the cashier would offer to have someone take my purchase out to the truck. The embarrassment I felt couldn’t be hidden. And, I truly relished the extra flavor from an easier-to-carry 12-pack of bottles. So that became my choice variety for retirement living:

Leftover High Life
Champagne of beers, it’s true
Leftover High Life
Nothin’ else to do
Leftover High Life
I’m stretchin’ out my bucks
Leftover High Life
I’m drinkin’ wish me luck.”

When inspiration visited, I would take out a guitar, even in the wee hours of morning, and begin to write about my new adventure. Each verse reflected a rediscovered sense of wonder. Though my body had lost its tone from earlier days, enthusiasm for being alive had returned. I felt truly grateful to be at my desk in the home office, with a clear, cold bottle of brew sitting by the computer. Each line typed out revealed a greater self, waiting to be free. And more loose bottles rattling around in the vegetable bin of my refrigerator:

Leftover High Life
Golden drink so fine
Leftover High Life
No headache from T-bird wine
Leftover High Life
I’m bound now for glory
Leftover High Life
Let me tell my story.”

When old friends appeared on Facebook, with stories from our adventures in Ithaca, New York, during the 1970’s, the circle was complete. Utica Club and Piels were staple brands in my drinking repertoire at that distant time. Yet I remembered sneaking away from volunteer work at Channel 13 (where I had a Cornell television apprenticeship) to buy a six-pack of High Life, which would make the day of technology immersion more palatable. While not officially approved, my secret stayed buried under yards of video cable and studio props. No one seemed eager to spoil the moment:

Leftover High Life
Back-shelf oversight
Leftover High Life
I’m ready to drink all night
Leftover High Life
This ol’ boy feels no sorrow
Leftover High Life
Gonna pop caps until tomorrow!”

Retirement is an experience I still struggle to embrace. But with the spirit of Frederick Miller looking down upon my humble shack in Geauga County, it is one I will continue to explore.

Comments or questions about ‘Words on the loose’ may be sent to: icewritesforyou@gmail.com
Write us at: P.O. Box 365 Chardon, OH 44024
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