God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
I got your snapper leighton, just got to to fed ex or ups when i get time in the next few days.
I’d rephrase...
might give you some snapper one of these days.lol
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
...Kingston, that is. Someone asked about him on another thread so thought I'd post up.
He's been a busy man, but we had a hardware transaction to take care while he was here at the old place so we made a plan for me to head to him. I told him I had a little time to help out with any work if he wanted and so did, if only for an hour or two. I know well he enjoys his seafood, so thought it'd be nice to feed him a meal I'd toss together at his pad. Being that he's headed for life in a landlocked place, freshly dug bivalves sounded like a good call and dead easy to make. Seeing I had 60 pounds of soft-shelled one ice in a cooler in my garage it was a done deal.
It was just a matter of steaming a pile in beer (we do about 15 pounds at a whack at home to eat out of the shell as well as to pickle) and shucking them. I bagged a batch up and took them along with some other simple ingredients. As a pound of linguini was cooking, I sautéed some garlic and onions in EVOO, with capers, white wine, fresh basil and oregano added. Added pinches of S & P to taste when onions got translucent and when ready, tossed in maybe a pound of clams. Bring that to a bubbling boil on high heat, then remove. All you're trying to do is heat the clams, not cook them; that's already been done. Add in a quarter cup on heavy cream, mix and add a pile onto a plate of linguini that had been coated with more EVOO. Sprinkle some good Parmesan on top and dig in. A slice of good Italian bread for sopping up juices at the end works too.
BTW, that giant barn? The guy built it by himself by hand, with lumber he felled and milled from the property. Those giant iron hinges? He made them too. Pretty incredible stuff done by a good dude and friend. Hit me up before you com down again, B. I think I need to spend some more dough...
Leighton, no fresh parsley?
Lol
Slaves get what they need. Free men get what they want.
All BS aside, the man is like an Einstein/Frankenstein/Otherstein/Drunkenstein. Worked at places including MIT, builds his own giant 14K square foot barns, literally by hand, can hold his own in a whiskey drinking contest with the likes of me, DVD and STX and is pretty good at killing ducks and catching tuna? That's a pretty rare fuggin' bird, yo...
I hate you for not being out here so I can try some of those goodies you're always cooking up. One might imagine a dude named Geno might go for bowl or two of linguini and clam sauce. Capers and all. (looked into growing them.........seems they don't do so well where it gets into the negative 20's on occasion. )
Now that we know you didn't off him and feed him to the pups, many here are relieved.
Hope the nice lady of the house is doing well and didn't miss you too much while you were out doing manly things.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)