Satiated sirens

Herself, Mary and Kelli are smiling because they're full of posole and rosé.
Herself, Mary and Kelli are smiling because they're full of posole and rosé.

We had an old pal from Weirdcliffe pop in for a two-day visit beginning Thursday, and she brought her mom along, so I was required to cook. They’re all smiling in the picture at right, so I must not have poisoned anyone this time around.

The dinner menu was, of course, New Mexican — chicken quesadillas with salsa fresca and jalapeño-stuffed olives on Thursday, and posole with salsa verde on Friday. I was going to whip up some guacamole, too, but spaced it out, which means we can have that tonight with the leftovers.

Wines came from Spain, Portugal and France, including a delicious 2008 Château Miraval Côtes de Provence rosé called “Pink Floyd” that Kelli’s mom, Mary, bought for us. The 2009 iteration placed fourth in a top-10 ranking in a recent Wines of the Times piece by Eric Asimov.

Kelli had requested the posole, which I used to make all the time when we all still lived in Weirdcliffe, so I reprised my old recipe instead of the one I’ve been using from The Santa Fe School of Cooking Cookbook. Posole v1.0 uses plain water instead of chicken stock, canned white hominy and a tad less garlic, plus I don’t sauté the onions and garlic — I just chuck ’em into the pot with all the other ingredients.

It’s a lazy man’s posole, but Mary liked it enough to ask for the recipe. If you’d like it, too, here it is:

Lazy Man’s Posole

1 29-ounce can of white hominy

1.5 pounds lean pork, diced

2-4 dried New Mexican red chile pods

2 cups chopped onion

3 cloves garlic

2 tsp. Mexican oregano

1 tsp. freshly ground cumin seed

6 cups water

Salt to taste

Remove the stems and seeds from the chile pods and chop with the onions in a food processor. Mince the garlic. Throw the whole shootin’ match into a pot, bring to a boil and then simmer for 2-3 hours until the pork is tender. Add water as necessary. Serve with warm flour tortillas and small bowls of various garnishes — I usually chop up a few jalapeños, radishes and scallions for folks to add to the posole as they please. Coarsely chopped cilantro is nice, too.

This serves about six light eaters or three to four bicycle types, so I usually double up on it to be assured of leftovers.

Divide and conquer

Now here’s a goddamn bike race for you. Only one stage — but it’s 2,745 miles long, from Banff, Alberta, Canada, to Antelope Wells, N.M., and there are no soigneurs, domestiques, chefs, team cars, buses, officials, checkpoints, etc., et al., and so on and so forth. Strictly a garage-band sort of deal. Ride or die.

The Tour Divide runs along the Adventure Cycling Association’s Great Divide Mountain Bike Route, and the association has just hired the women’s record holder for the event, Jill Homer, as project manager and deputy editor of Adventure Cyclist magazine.

I like this note in the rules:

7. Tour Divide is a web-administered, do-it-yourself challenge based on the purest of wagers: the gentlemen’s bet or agreement. Nothing to win or lose but honor.

How refreshing.

Hot times in Dogpatch

Little Al' is fine for light work, but for heavy lifting I'm gonna need something bigger.
Little Al' is fine for light work, but for heavy lifting I'm gonna need something bigger.

Got a little busy around here all of a sudden, and the madness will continue today with various deadlines involving ’toons and words. Plus it’s gonna be about a thousand degrees outside. Well, 94, anyway. And me with no air conditioning. Oh, the humanity.

Colorado’s typical speed-shift from 60-something to 90-something is always a shock to the system. The cats and I spend the first few days of summer sprawled on the floor, licking our butts and coughing up hairballs. Ain’t nothin’ but a party.

Meanwhile, in cooler climes, The Black Turtleneck Mob is expected to announce the impending arrival of many pricey, shiny objects today at the Worldwide Developers Conference in Gay Bay. Items to look for include a new-and-improved iPhone plus iPhone OS 4, perhaps refreshes to the Mac Pro and Mini series, and various bits of this, that and the other.

The New York Times will be live-blogging Steve Jobs’ keynote speech this morning. I’m not all that interested, frankly, though I am in the market for a new laptop. When my Internet croaked yesterday and I had to leg it over to Dogtooth Coffee Company for their free wi-fi I learned pretty quickly that I’m not going to be able to easily work the VeloNews.com website using a 12-inch G4 PowerBook. Ain’t nearly enough screen real estate on that bad boy to operate a WordPress blogging platform the way the VeloNewsers have that sucker tricked out. It runs this site just fine when need be, but we’re talking a skateboard compared to a White Freightliner here.

Thing is, I’m not all that impressed with Apple’s quality control lately. My 2006 2GHz MacBook Core Duo blew up its hard drive in under three years of extremely light use and still emits an annoying processor buzz and sports a fiddly trackpad; it has been demoted from committing journalism to running our home theater setup. And a photographer pal just completely detonated his 2-year-old MacBook Pro while on the road — probably a fried logic board.

So I dunno. Maybe it’s time for something completely different. I can pick up a 2.2GHz Intel Core Duo Dell Inspiron 15n running Ubuntu Linux for $579, which is about half the price of the low-end MacBook Pro. Any Linux geeks in the audience with experience running a WordPress blog? Feel free to speak up in comments.

BP = Butt Pirates

The lamestream media has finally caught on to the Mother Jones story about how British Petroleum is controlling — as in blocking — American press access to the mess these swine have made in in the Gulf of Mexico.

Speaking to The Washington Post, an unidentified turd-bag from BP — who remains nameless for no reason which I can comprehend — spake thusly:

“With regards to media, we follow an incident command system, a tried-and-true way of responding to crises. You have public information officers and you have a joint information center that includes the responsible party, BP, as well as government agencies who have involvement and oversight for this spill, the Coast Guard being the federal on-scene coordinator. We have state people, NOAA, representatives from Transocean [the company that owned the rig that created the spill]. We’ve had MMS. What we do is use information that comes in through our operations and create, if you will, the message to share.”

Uh huh. Well, fuck you, Captain Invisible. Journalism is not what is “shared” by criminals and the police, it is what is uncovered by a free press, which seems to be a little off the back here. I think a few journos need to get up in the grill of a few of BP’s hired goons, get arrested, and start writing some interesting stories from the Louisiana lockup.

But that’s just me. I write about bike stuff.