Seven-Chile Beef Tacos

INGREDIENTS
three pound boneless trimmed beef shoulder (also called “clod”)
three dried ancho chiles
three dried chipotle chiles
two dried anaheim chiles
two dried california chiles
two dried guajillo chiles
three long red chiles (dunno what they’re called but they’re not real hot)
one habanero chile
fucketonne of garlic
limes
one tsp coriander
one tsp oregano
one tsp paprika
one tsp cumin
two bay leaves
some fresh-grated nutmeg
salt
fresh-ground black pepper
two cups veal stock
one cup dry white wine
quarter cup Templeton’s rye
two teaspoons sugar
four medium tomatoes
one half medium white onion
three long green chiles (these are the same as the red ones only before they ripen to red)
cilantro
fresh corn tortillas (from here)
queso fresco
cabbage
avocado

Here’s the chiles for the braising liquid.

Stem and seed them and reconstitute the dried ones by steeping for one half hour in boiled water after turning the heat off.

Blending the motherloving fucke out of the reconstituted chiles, the fresh chiles, a fucketonne of garlic cloves (I used fourteen decent-sized cloves), a pinch of salt, the juice of one lime, and one cup of the chile steeping liquid.

Herbs and spices.

Make the braising liquid by adding the stock, rye, wine, herbs/spices, sugar, and fuckeblended chile sauce to your pot.

Bring the shitte to a boil.

Check out this beautiful fucken beef shoulder.

Put the fucker in the braising pot, cover, and turn down the heat to a low simmer. Stir/baste/turn every half hour or so while it braises, salting to taste after it has cooked for about an hour (be really careful with salt, as you are going to reduce the shitte out of the braising liquid later). It will take a long time (4+ hours), so patiently braise the fucke out of it until it is just about falling apart and is tender all the way through.

These are the ingredients for the pico di gallo. Make this shitte well ahead of the beef being done and put in the fridge, as the flavors really meld together nicely with time.

Dice the tomatoes and half the onion; seed, stem, and dice the chiles; chop some cilantro. Sprinkle on a little salt and black pepper and then mix it together.

The fucker’s done!

Take the meat out, turn up the heat a lot, and start reducing the shitte out of the braising liquid, while you break up the meat. There is likely to be a core piece of gelatinous connective tissue (see left) that you won’t want to eat.

Reduce the shitte out of the braising liquid until it is getting nice and thick, and adjust the salt if needed.

Add the shredded meat back to the sauce, stir well to incorporate, and turn off the heat. If you let the shitte rest overnight in the fridge, the meat soaks up more and more of the sauce, and it’s even better the next day. Not surprisingly, I got no fucken patience for that!

Condiments!

Warm the tortillas, first put on some cabbage, and then dollop the meat.

Garnish the fucke out of it and EAT!

Continuing To Give Republicans And Libertarians Exactly What They Want

This is the free market working exactly perfectly. Right? If power company customers wanted to not have their power go out and stay out for days at a time, they would have taken their business elsewhere to another power company that charged higher rates and used those higher fees to pay for more robust systems. Right?

And all these power company customers chose to live in houses supplied by overhead wires. This was priced into the value of their homes, and if they wanted to avoid the possibility of downed wires, they would have paid more money to live in houses supplied by underground wires. Right?

Right!

Awesome Blogge Commenter Leaves Awesome Comment!!!11!1!!

Every once in a while an awesome blogge commenter leaves a blogge comment that is so fucken awesome that I just have to lift it up and publish it in a post, just to make sure that no one misses its incredible fucken awesomeness. And here is one left by a ridiculous delusional sadde-sacke dumshitte called “greensage” that totally merits your consideration:

A while back, I checked out this blog to see what it was about. I saw post after post of cooking, with pictures. My curiosity sated, I turned my attention to some of the other blogs on this site. That was some months ago.

I decided to see if anything had changed. While it’s still mostly cooking, this time there are also videos (only videos–no commentary or anything else)–and a few political blurbs. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen anything related to atheism or skepticism in particular on this blog.

See you in a couple more months. Maybe.

What I love about this comment is the exquisite combination of multiple delusions, with the richeness and complexity of a fine chateuneuf de pap, bouncing around in the overwhelmingly melancholy emptiness thatte fills this poor fucker’s psyche:

(1) That I or anyone else on the Internet cares about his (you know this dumfucke has to be a mansplaining d00dmeister) history of consideration of my blogge, his curiosity satisfaction function, and what he has decided to devote his attention to;

(2) That I or anyone else on the Internet cares about his decision to come backe to my blogge to perform a further assessment of its suitability for whothefuckeknowswhatte;

(3) That I or anyone else on the Internet cares whether he does or doesn’t return again in the future to perform yet another further assessment of my blogge and its suitability for whothefuckeknowswhatte;

(4) That I or anyone else on the Internet would do anything but laugh uproariously at someone who spends the time to write a three-paragraph comment explaining in a tone of sad resignation how disappointed they are in the terrible disappointingness of my blogge.

Disappointed commenter’s terrible disappointment is duly noted!

Republicans Are Greedy Vicious Delusional Toddlers

The Republican party represents the organized political embodiment of a greedy vicious utterly self-absorbed delusional three-year-old who has absolutely no clue that his parents actually exert a huge amount of effort to create a safe, clean, enriching environment for him, and that without them, he’d be foraging for scraps in the garbage left at the curb and sleeping under parked cars in the street. All he perceives of his parents is that they are constantly stopping him from pulling the cat’s tail, masturbating in the front yard, and shitting on the neighbor’s porch.