Cooking With LSP

So how do you cook with LSP? I hear you ask, in that incredulous way. Well, I'll tell you. Get a couple of thick pork chops with plenty of fat on them; rub salt, pepper and olive oil onto the chops, and let them sit while you preheat an oven to 400 degrees. Enjoy a glass of wine while you're at it, why not? 

Then heat up an iron skillet with some oil in it until the thing's smoking hot, and put the chops in the skillet. It'll smoke. Don't freak out, it's supposed to. Watch those chops fry, a minute a side, and enjoy the aroma of cooking pork as you test out the wine. Frying done, put the chops in the oven, in the skillet. I like to add a good slice of butter on them at this point, but that's just me.

Typical Street Scene in LSPland

Let the meat cook for 4 minutes max, 2 minutes a side, then remove the skillet from the oven. Place the chops aside, under tinfoil, and get that skillet on a hot burner. Add chicken broth, some crushed garlic, and a bit of rosemary to the pork drippings. Maybe tip some wine in, just for kicks, and thicken with flour as you whisk away like a PR spin. Cut the sauce with lemon juice, if you like, to taste.

A Wrench, A Crush Washer, And A Flash Hider

Put the chops on a plate. Add mashed potatoes and some other vegetable, like yellow squash, or carrots, and pour the gravy. Behold the glory of the chops, say grace, and eat your food like a champion.

And that's cooking, with...

LSP.

Blinded By The Sun

Monday seemed as good a day as any to wake up ridiculously early and head off to the woods by the range. So that's what I did. I took a shotgun, of course, and got there as the sun was rising. What would I find in the woods?

Bobcats? Coyotes? Squirrels? Rabbits? A marauding hog? Well, you never know and as it turns out, none of these things crossed my path. What I saw instead were lots of Woodpeckers, who were busy kicking up a racket, and a big hawk that took off majestically from the top of an old oak.

Undaunted, I cranked off a few shots at a branch that was sticking out of the water of a trashy natural tank that's called The Beach.

How Very Awesome

After the firefight, which I won, I drove to Karen's Authentic Mexican Food in Itasca and bought two Bean & Brisket burritos.

Then I ate those twin pillars of orthodoxy, on the porch.

LSP

Bobcat Hunt

I went out last night in search of bobcats with my philisophical friend, GWB. Two had been shot last week in the dry creek of a parishioner's ranch and that's where we went.

As always, it was good to get out under the stars in the clear country air and the possibility of getting a varmint didn't hurt either. So we called and spotlit and called again, trying out several setups, but the cats weren't having it, not were the coyotes.

But the skunks were, and seemed content to amble across the line of fire towards their various destinations. Too bad we weren't skunk hunting.

Speaking of which, a skunk once barricaded itself in the downstairs bathroom of the Compound. For a couple of days. 

I advise against duplicating that experiment.

Cheers,

LSP

Visit the Sick

Being an LSP isn't just about guns and going to Canada, it's also about visiting the sick. If I was more of a Mission Priest I'd probably do that in an ATV. As it is, I just use my "rig," which is a basic, ex-fleet, 2008, F150 X-cab. 

Some people get to drive Raptors and perhaps I'm a bit jealous, but I can't complain, the truck gets me there. Still, I'd like to have 4x4.

But rigs aside, I do my best to get out to the sick and housebound and I should probably do more of that. After all, there's that bit in Scripture, "I was sick and you visited me."

Part of this means going to nursing homes, or "assisted living facilities," which is what I did today. Everyone seemed happy and upbeat and a fair few were demented with it, cackling from their rooms or sitting stranded, in their wheelchairs, in the corridors.

May God bless them, the Saints intercede for them and the Angels watch over them.

If you think that's idolatry you're wrong.

LSP