Uh-Oh Big Papi

I am not surprised that Manny or Big Papi tested positive for performance enhancing drugs in 2003--I can't believe anybody is really surprised. Ortiz was mediocre at best as a Twin and then all of a sudden he erupts as the most dominant hitter in the league. Come on. We have seen his performance decline sharply since more stringent testing began, leading many to believe--myself included--that he was using.

Really what this new article from the New York Times accentuates for me is just truly how good A-Rod (and I must grudgingly admit, Manny) really are. Before and after the years they were using PEDs, their numbers appear remarkably similar to the years when the WERE using. They still hit the crap out of the ball. They still put fear in every pitcher they face. Which begs the question: Why use PEDs in the first place?

Oh, and I have one more question: What are fans in St. Louis going to do when Pujols' name leaks next?

One From the Road

Going to see Pettitte tonight at the Cell!

Botulism Anyone?

So, my friend Theresa asked where I got the pickling recipes. I found them all on the internet, and they are all relatively the same. Some add both dill seed and dill weed (which I find to be a great pejorative, btw) while others forgo one or the other. Anyway, I was quite pleased with the actual process of pickling--despite my aforementioned mishap--and happy to have attempted something in the genre of what I like to call Epicurean Americana.

Then, while looking for other pickling recipes I checked out a different website: National Center for Home Food Preservation. What I saw there scared the bederekjeter out of me. And now all I can think of is whether the tart crispiness of pickled rutabaga is worth the tremors and sweats of botulism. Anyone?

A Bit of a Pickle

Okay, we did it. Court and I have finally cemented our DINK liberal status by joining a cooperative farm. I would say that we are threatening to become socialists; however, we do not have to put in any work. No toiling to till fields. No dripping sweat over the pea plants when there is not enough rain in Minnesota's parched July. No extracting root vegetables from the worm-infested dirt. I did get my hands dirty picking the veggies from the buckets and putting them in our eco-friendly bags.

So here's the deal: Every Wednesday night we go to Thorn Crest farm in Dundas, Minnesota and pick up our bounty for the week. They are an organic farm, and we know the vegetables are fresh because the dirt is still moist. It costs $275 for 11 weeks, or $25 dollars a week. And it forces us to try new vegetables (kohlrabi and rutabaga) and experiment with vegetables we might not be so keen on (beets). This past Wednesday we returned home with 19lbs of vegetables and no real plan.

Then, I had an epickleny. I got some canning jars and some pickling supplies and got to it. Cucumbers, obviously. Kohlrabi, check. Rutabaga, you betcha. I bought two bottles of distilled water because every recipe clearly states USING DISTILLED WATER IS VERY IMPORTANT. The recipes basically yell it out. We're talking flashing lights. Bold letters. Italics. Different colored font (red usually). And in one recipe, I swear to John Irving this is true, the warning was bold, italicized, red, and over-sized.

And I used tap water. Fuck. And now I have three jars that may or may not be undergoing the process of transmogrification in the back of my refrigerator.

Somewhere Bobby Flay is not planning a Throwdown.