This Blogger . . .

. . . possibly under the influence, asked me for my Korean marinade recipe. It's used on barbecued ribs, sliced beef or chicken legs. The request isn't so odd, except that she asked in a comment on my blog entry concerning my 9th great-grandfather instead of an email. Well, maybe it's in my email . . . I haven't looked lately.

Anyhoo, here it is.

6 chicken legs, skin on.

Marinade:
4 cloves garlic, minced
½ cup soy sauce
2 stalks green onions, finely chopped
3 tbs brown sugar
1 tbs toasted sesame seeds
1 tbs sesame oil
½ tsp Accent
½ tsp black pepper

- Blast all the marinade ingredients in a blender.
- With a sharp knife, score the chicken legs to the bone in five or six places.
- Marinate the chicken legs overnight in the refrigerator.
- Cook quickly on a grill or under a broiler, turning frequently so the sugared marinade doesn't burn.

The same marinade can be used on beef short ribs . . .

- Butterfly the short ribs.
- Beat the bejesus out of the meat with a meat tenderizer or the back of a cleaver.
- Marinate overnight in the fridge.
- Cook on a grill.

. . . or on strips of sirloin or other prime cut of beef.

- Cut the flank steak across the grain into thin strips about a half inch wide.
- Marinate overnight in the fridge.
- Cook on a skewer on a grill, or in a very hot wok.
- If you use a wok, add a few more chopped green onions when the beef is about done.

Any of these dishes must, and I repeat MUST be accompanied with kimchi!

Speaking of . . .

. . . Sir Leonard Halliday, this is a painting (author unknown, at least to me). His family crest is in the upper left corner.



I am not herald enough to blazon accurately, but I think this arms is blazoned as:

Sable, three helmets visored or in profile argent, within a bordure or

The translation, I believe, is: on a black shield with a gold border, three silver helmets with the gold visors closed, viewed in profile.

This blogger . . .

. . . who happens to be a much better wordsmith than I, reminded me of a strange branch on our family tree. Only one of several strange branches, that is.

My 9th great-grandfather, Sir Leonard Halliday, was Lord Mayor of London in the year 1605, during the reign of James I.

1605 was also the year of the "Gunpowder Plot." Few Americans know much about this plot beyond the connection to the movie "V for Vendetta," and I doubt they made the connection to the November 5 premiere. For some reason, however, I have never forgotten this little poem from when I was a child. I suspect my grandmother or aunt taught it to me:

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

I know there's another verse or two, but I don't remember, remember them. Is that failure treasonous?

Mrs. Bulldog . . .

. . . got fixed today. No, not THAT. She has had carpal tunnel syndrome, predominately in her right front paw. She had to go through some non-invasive treatment first (our insurance company's requirement), which mostly involved wrist braces. That didn't work, and before she was cleared for surgery, it became quite a bit worse - including some deterioration of muscles in her hand.

We showed up at a new, and very nicely run ambulatory surgery center at 0600 this morning, and she was out by 0730. The surgeon said it was a simple surgery, and that it went quite well. Although, he would have liked to have taken care of it quite a bit sooner. As it is, it may take six months to get most of the strength back in her hand.

She doesn't seem to have much pain, although I suspect Tylox has a role in that.



This is how they do it, although I don't believe her incision is that severe. We will find out Saturday when the dressing comes off.

In any case, I have KP duty for a while - not that I mind. She would do the same for me . . . and has.

Stolen . . . .

. . . meme

4 movies I'd watch again: Blade Runner (director's cut), Saving Private Ryan, Ran, Frankenstein (the original)

4 places I’ve lived: (39.50N, -89.77W), (41.26N, -95.99W), (38.93N, -94.67W), (36.85N, -75.97W)

4 TV shows I watch: The Tudors, Bones, Battlestar Galactica, CSI Miami

4 people I email: Lisa, John, Chris, and about half the people in the US Navy

4 things I eat: popcorn, bulgogi, mortadella (which I think translates to "death by sausage"), farina (named after the Little Rascal, I'll wager) Not all at the same time, mind you.

4 places I’d rather be: London, Prague, Scottish highlands, most anywhere in Ireland

The Dishwasher . . .

. . . no, not Mrs. B. The mechanical one under the kitchen counter.


I found out that it was leaking between the pump housing and the tub. The first attempt was to remove the gasket, put some clear silicone on the surfaces, reassemble and reinstall. Strike one. It leaked on the first load.

Second attempt. A week ago, I ordered a new gasket and several related small parts from Sears Direct. The parts arrived on Friday. I installed the new parts on Saturday, and we ran the first load today. Success! No leak. No water on the floor. I was patting myself on the back until Mrs. B pointed out that none of the soap dissolved. Diagnosis - the washer didn't leak because, and only because I didn't turn the water back on. Turn water on. Observe. Strike two. A bigger leak. Apparently when I replaced the gasket between the pump housing and the tub, I messed up the seal between the motor shaft and the pump housing.

Back to Sears Parts Direct for the requisite parts for third attempt. The parts won't be here for a week or so.

This machine shall not win. . .

Another dreary weekend . . .

. . . so all I have is a tour of the doghouse.

It's rained on and off all week. What is this? Bloody Seattle? I haven't been able to mow the grass for two weeks. I'm going to need a custom baler.

My computer room is up there.

I built the computer desk and hutch in my woodshop. The drapes came from my sewing room, and cosist of fabric from Hancock and welding rod from Northern tool.

My birds-eye view of the downstairs. The drapes also came from my sewing room. All the bears belong to Mrs. B.

While taking photos, I ran into Mrs. B in the kitchen. She said her feet were cold.