i’m tired of the all the BS with this election. thank God it’ll be over tomorrow. no clue who’s gonna win, but i’m prepped for the impending civil war forecasted post election. did i vote? YES, and i voted for the candidate that didn’t shit on the military while i had to show reverence for the job or completely disregard laws you and i would fry for. but whatev’s, three things can chase the blues away: guns, pussy, and food porn. the first 2 are on you. i got the latter seen up.
if you REALLY want to make a bomb as fuck steak, you have to have it dry aged. normally, a quality steak-house dry aged cut is a tad more expensive. but, you can save some fundage by dry-aging at home. here’s what you do.
buy a quality steak. personally, i prefer a thick-cut porterhouse. the reason, there’s a filet mignon AND a new york strip. it’s the best of both worlds. so, i usually ask the butcher (the butcher at your local supermarket WILL cut a steak to your specifications) to cut me a 1 and 1/2-2 inch slab o’beef. once you get it home. get an aluminum baking tin or thick paper plate and poke 3-4 holes in the center of the pan. run bamboo skewers into the holes make a kind of tray. you’re trying to keep the steak off the bottom of the pan to maximize the air flow to age the steak.
wipe the steak down of all moisture and throw away dirty paper towels. then wrap both sides of the steak with paper towels and place at the bottom of the fridge (preferably on it’s own shelf or bin). let it sit for 24 hours. after 24 hours, remove from fridge, discard paper towels, flip steak, and add new paper towels. return to fridge for another 24 hours. remove from fridge, discard paper towels, flip steak, and place steak back in fridge for another 24 hours. rinse repeat for 3-4 days. the outside texture of the steak will have a dry’d feel to it.
the steak may develop a slight odor. that’s NOT a bad thing; it means it’s aging properly. remove from fridge and let it sit until close to room temp. season ONLY with kosher salt and fresh cracked black pepper. place under broiler (about 6-8 inches under heating element). you’re looking at about 4 minutes per side for medium rare.
remove from oven and let it sit for 10-15 minutes.
i like to serve with steamed asparagus. take a batch of asparagus, bend them lightly until they break- discard the stem section, keep the florette. place the prepped asparagus in 4-5 paper towels soaked in water. place in microwave and cook on high for 2-3 minutes. let sit in microwave for 5 minutes after cooking. you can do this with damn near ANY vegetable: potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower, etc.
enjoy. the meat has an absolutely amazing tenderness and moisture. it’s a steak experience you won’t forget.
day one. notice the skewers. the paper towels are gone after the second day.after first 24 hours.
after 24 hours in fridge
after 4 days. the steak was a tad thicker and needed an extra day. notice the exquisite color. that’s what you’re shooting for.
I’lol be writing this soon enough (once I get home). Got a kick in the ass when I was in the city today….
went into the city today and met with a few friends i hadn’t seen in forever. been in a bit of a rut lately thinking about just all my BS in general. i’m looking at moving into a new place soon, i should be starting school in january…..even though i’m not really all that keen on going, but it does pay me well.
it’s odd how things you know are completely hidden from you you when it’s happening to you. if i were talking to a friend and they mentioned all the bullshit they were dealing with i’d probably have a tiny bit of wisdom to interject. but when it’s you…..it’s a blur.
haven’t heard from my boy that’s getting out of the USMC, so i’m moving on without him as far as the “dirt cheap survival retreat” lifestyle. i might not have to buy my own land since i have 2-3 people that would LOVE to have my camped out on their land. that should be a pisser. can’t wait.
i have officially given up on looking for a job. seriously. NOTHING out there, so fuck it. i’ll just keep cutting back but hey……that was the plan all along.
it was fun being in the city again. hadn’t been in well over a year. and halloween is one hell of a time to be in the city. i guess the take away from all the shit is….pretty hokey, and i’m sure you can get what i’m saying. now, if you don’t mind…..i’m going to watch that creepy as hell movie “the witch”. lates.
[Edit-this post was written to encourage others to be more self reliant and not not hold a hand out begging the gov’t to help you. I KNOW, i exist off a gov’t pension and disability; but i earned that shit after 20 years living the myth of Sisyphus. the next post will be all original so you can see how i’ve evolved from what i was writing a short time ago. change is inevitable and if you can’t roll with the punches you end up getting rolled…..
things change. and i’ve had to readjust my plans with said change. but i still have my eyes on the prize].
by now you know about the 5th wheel, about me parking on my cousins property, going to welding school once i get settled, hell i’l even be living semi-off grid. at the very least, i’ll have the set-up to go off grid if i need. as i watch things unfold around me, and as Cappy noted in his book regarding the 2012 election, i fully expect shit to get worse [edit-and it has]. i touch on it a bit with this post [edit- post is irrelevant now].
it seems we have a majority of the population that wants shit handed to them. i’m not here to cite statistics and blast on any political side (i think both are useless), no. i’m a man. men don’t bitch and moan, we find solutions. mine is simple.
after 20 years of traipsing the globe i’ve been fortunate to see TRUE poverty, and let me tell you something: the poor in the US are doing MUCH better then in china, or eastern europe. i’ve decided to starve the beast. no point in me breaking my back to give almost a third of it away to someone who doesn’t feel the need to contribute shit. that’s made it a career of being a parasite.
i can live comfortable, mostly off the land, don’t need public services, i prefer isolation, i’ve grown tired of consumerism, and i’d MUCH rather carve out my own path than have an administration corral me into what they think i should be. no, that’s not the Cajun way.
the great thing about the gulf coast is that there can be a complete breakdown of society….and not much will change in neck of the woods. i was watching a special on natgeo about what would happen if there were an attack on the US power grids. it was called “American blackout.”
well, the “suffering” the people had to deal with was laughable to me. money can be worth shit and won’t be missed in my neck of the woods. and since i’ll be getting into welding [edit-got to level one, i can tack weld and do the basics, but the program was shit], i’ll be able to easily find work under the table [edit-pension and disability is FINALLY squared away, i’ll work if i want to keep from being bored]. in Cajun country, we horse trade. secondly, i have a MUCH needed skill…
combat medic. i can perform damn near any minor surgical procedure. granted, the mortality rates for simple sickness will fall back to the early 1900’s, but that’s to be expected. oh, about welding scho AND, since i have “PTSD”, it’s been advised i not work in patient care. so…..welding school will be FREE!!!!!!!
matter of fact….i know a few HM’s that have been invited into “prepper communities” to serve as the local Dr. plus, being tactically trained is a HUGE bonus.
i’m 5 months away from hacking it out on my own. i’m still buying my 5-6 acres in Cajun country as my little slice of the swamp, but i’ll be protecting the back end of my cousin’s property. i’ll sleep late, hunt, fish, shoot the gun/bow, drink beer, tend to a micro farm, tend to some chickens and goats. hell, MAYBE i’ll even work a little (under the table of course). because, well…..
i’ll be free to do whatever the hell i want. self sufficiency FTW.
i’m lazy, so here yah go…….
when i was a kid, i BEGGED my grandfather for a gun. he was Houma tribe, and he took outdoorsmanship seriously. before he’d get me a gun, he made me learn to run rabbits. which is little more than a survival tool to eat in the event you get lost in the woods.
when i got my rifle, i was ridiculously excited. my grandfather, who rarely spoke, said, “never shoot anything you won’t eat. never shoot anything not attacking you. a man can take with a rifle and eat. but a man that takes with a bow, will feast. taking game with a bow is the mark of a pure hunter.”
the words didn’t really register then, but they make total sense now. i have more than one rifle. one in particular is a deer gun. any man can pick up one of my rifles and take game. hell, i’ve taken more than blogger to the range to go shooting. Unka Mitch fired my rifles, i’ve fired his.
but the bow is different. the bow is MINE. a bowyer measured my bow specifically for me. the draw is set to my arms length. i don’t have a high end bow. i bought a used bow, and i have no plans on upgrading. i LOVE her. actually, i have the same bow as Unka Mitch. seriously. the first time i let loose a few arrows, i was hooked. what my grandfather told me made perfect sense.
any ass with a rifle can glass an animal from 100 yards and drop it, blood track it, and process it. the bow requires skill. i’m only good from about 40 yards. past that, i may miss. hunting 101: never take a shot you aren’t sure you can make. if you hit an animal you HAVE to track it and finish it off. don’t let the animal suffer, never maim it.
the rifle is a great weapon in your hunting arsenal. actually, it’s a staple. but the bow, the bow is the weapon of a TRUE hunter; a man that has taken the time to master it is a man that respects and honors the hunt as it’s MUCH more difficult to learn than the rifle.
don’t shy away from the bow, find a hunter who’ll teach you it’s power. any archer will be more than happy to teach you. as is in life, do you want to walk the easy path, or learn to master the difficult road?
i’ve been away for a while. sorry. been going through a lot of shit. long story short- i’m quiting school.now i have a few months to figure out what i’m going to do.
if you really want to understand, watch last sunday’s episode of walking dead where eastmon explains PTSD to morgan. i put the tv on pause and cried……for a good 5 minutes. don’t know where i’m heading i just know there’s a road before me.
got into a fight last night. guy was unloading his groceries into his car and pushed his cart away.
it hit my car.
words were exchanged and
i walked away, he didn’t.
i’ll try and keep up with posts. sorry guys.
next week i start checking out of the command. tuesday, i move out of my house. on the 14th i have my VA appointment. the next day, i drive back home- for good. last week was my “official” (read, i didn’t request one) retirement ceremony.
i started this site in the summer of 2011 at the suggestion of others. i found the Sphere in march that year and stumbled from site to site. after becoming a regular commenter on Riv’s site and having Yohami goad me long enough i started this site.
so here i am.
and now i feel my time here is done. i have no further advice to give. i have nothing else to offer to you men about women. and i am no longer the man that started this site. therefore, it’s disingenuous for me to blog under this handle.
i promise, i’ll return. but i need to get my affairs in order and finish my retirement. i need to reconnect with my family. i need to reconnect with myself. like i said, “dannyfrom504” is dead. the man that started this site is gone.
the sites i mentioned before will announce my new site. i’m ready to start anew. if you choose to join me, i’d be greatly appreciative. but to those of you that read my BS, i thank you. i very much appreciate your reading. with all honesty, i could never imagine i’d have had as many of readers as i’ve had. to all of you…..
but it’s time for me to set to dock. thank you all for reading, thank you all for the comments. and thank you in general.
i’m not one to forget kindness, and reading my site- i see as kindness.
thank you. but i’m going ashore. this site will no longer be updated.
stay up .
saturday i had duty with my girl jackson. i was watching the new 300 movie (again, with a blue vein throbber erection) and jackson was looking at furniture for her daughter. she kept asking me to look at ottoman’s, mirrors, armoir’s, etc. i really couldn’t be bothered by it. eventually she quit asking me to look at shit when i told her angrily that i was busy watching persians being slaughtered.
i little later that afternoon, i decided to also jump onto craigslist. i started looking for crossbows. i found a nice barnett for $350. they don’t make that particular model anymore and $350 is a GREAT price. i tunred the monitor towards her, with a pic of the crossbow and asked her what she thought. she looked at me, riased her eyebrows and said, “ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS!!!!???” i laughed.
she was absolutely right. why the HELL would i ask her opinion on crossbows?
i spent all day yesterday looking at hunting dogs and reviewing crossbows. i replied to 2 craigslist ads by guys selling crossbows but no dice. i decided to head to Green Acres (my personal toy store) after i called, i was informed he had something used i might like. he handed me a Ten Point Titan HLX (ten point doesn’t make this anymore, now the have the titan XTREME). wanna see a happy Danny?
he gave me the crossbow, quiver, and 4 arrows for $500. i dropped $300 without batting an eye. but the arrow heads are BEASTS!!!!!! i got a set of Rage broad heads. the following is pictures from their site, *WARNING GRAPHIC* prey kill pics.
you see to middle arrow, that’s how it leaves the bow. when it makes impact, the blades deploy open causing MAJOR trauma. now, i know you might find this cruel but the fact is it kills the animal MUCH quicker. thusly, the animal suffers less. my boy sent me a pic of where he popped a buck and there was a HUGE puddle of blood. “never had a deer get more than 30 yards after being shot.” that’s a good thing btw.
Paw-Paw taught me 2 things. never kill what you don’t plan on eating. never kill anything unless it’s attacking you.
it’s been a while and i know how much you all LOVE this bit. it’s time for….
SCENTED CANDLE FAGGORTY!!!!!!1!!!!111!!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEY
i placed an order to diamond candle and they came in today. i was giddy as school girl crushing on beiber. but i ordered THREE. WHICH ONE DO I USE FIRST!!!!??? DKHOFAHSV;ORTESUZIO;TUVV290 ]HQ7T=VM1KDNFOIVANJGJNOIRZUYN’TNPY/. my man hamster was out of control. fortunately Blaine put his soft hands on my shoulder, told me to close my eyes and just pick one.
he’s good like that.
i ended up rocking guava berry and Blaine gave me a roman war helmet. and now for great moments in gay cinema.
on a more serious note. today LaidNYC announced he was closing shop. i actually spoke to him last night and he told me about it. i’d been telling everyone that he’s said he was going to stop blogging eventually.
Laid is a VERY genuine guy. the first time i spoke to him he was cool as hell and even said he has the utmost respect for guys that post openly. so i’m not surprised he’s gonna start a new project that isn’t anon. well, despite what you may read, he’s a VERY humble individual. i’m glad to know he’s in the place he’s in now, he really deserves it. but i ain’t saying bye to him.
i KNOW i’mma run into him eventually. lol. best to you Brother.
stay up LaidNYC. stay the fuck up.