I cannot advance in the culinary arts. They are the perfect combination of complexity and tedium, and there are way too many rules of tradition. So I basically use elements of things I like, regardless their lack of complementary association, mix them up, and cook them however is handy.
In the case illustrated, fluffy flour tortilla, gooey white American cheese, fried eggs with gelled yoke, and fried and crunchy deli dogs. Dijon mustard applied liberally, but not shown. Rolled and folded burrito style, I have to admit is was a taste sensation. Probably could have used a dash of hot sauce… maybe another slice of cheese. Scrambled instead of fried. Bacon? All weighty possibilities.
Geared up and waiting
I finally got all of the snow removal equipment sorted and gassed up, just before a forecast of overnight snow fall to the tune of five inches. I looked forward to the sound and smell of a hard running diesel and heavy stream of thrown snow. What I anticipate to be the first of many such days.
(Update) I woke up at 2:30 AM, switched on the upstairs backyard floods and was greeted with a snow covered roof and a steady diagonal downfall of wet heavy snow. It had stopped when I checked at 6 AM, but the roof was still heavily carpeted. Uniform of the day became: long Johns, jeans, snow pants, hooded sweatshirt, and parka. Think woolen socks and insulated rubber bog boots. Refrigerator mittens and a balaclava were stuffed into my coat pockets, and a rain poncho covered all.
Ran downstairs and went into the garage. Hopped on Sparky, hit ignition and the garage door remote. The door opened to clear blacktop all the way to the frontage road, with even the snow on the lawn melting away. The house looked like a snow mullet, clear in the front, lots in the back. So I took Sparky for a spin down the driveway to check the mail. Next time.
You Sir are mistaken in saying, “I cannot advance in the culinary arts” you have literally advanced the arts yourself. That looks delicious! I make something similar with chili and jalapenos sans huevos and call it a Mexican dog fight (there’s a lot of stomach growling after eating it). I am inspired. I am going to make your version con salsa and call it dog fight de la manana. Bravo Sir. Bravo!
PS Hope you get to put Sparky through it’s paces soon.
LD, those are examples of fine cuisine. I believe I will try the chili and jalapenos for lunch today. I may switch to Maine red snapper dogs out of respect for the elevated recipe.I thank you.
I bought Sparky a new utility step and additional work lights. They will keep him busy and not so grouchy until next snow.
Joe & Buck, Your meals (spices) would have me running to the Gastronomy department for Ulcer repair !
But I have come up with meals that has had my Queen giving me some “looks” & head shakes ! That’s what working on the road & living in hotels ,etc. does to a man.
Joe I had an older version of your Skippy some years ago, an old Allis Chalmers compact diesel 4whl drive
with a loader ,extra lights, chains for all wheels , tires loaded w/ calcium & a rear blade that reversed. No
storm was too much, I was nearly unstoppable !! That little tractor w/ standard shift & w/o power steering
would do me in today in less than an hour ! Back then , what I would have done to have had
your Skippy !
I know the on the road routine. Probably the greatest threat to a decent diet, but it seems you extracted some good from the experience.
I have to admit, Skippy takes the tractoring out of tractors. It certainly does the work, but without much of the work. All the quick hitches and PTOs make change over simple and reliable. It takes about 20 minutes to install the mid PTO driveshaft, quick hitch, front driveshaft and snowblower. Forward and reverse peddles, no clutch and an auto trans help.
I have not had to resort to chains, filled tires or even four wheel drive most of the time. The front road slope is an approximate 16% grade. The tractor is heavy for weight class. I leave the backhoe on instead of installing the weight box and run the diesel at around 2,500 rpms for snow blowing. Regardless, manual or automated, they are amazing useful tools.