A word of advice
I found a cut of meat tonight that could be one of the best I have ever grilled. I highly recommend it to anyone out there who wants to grill a steak that literally melts in your mouth. I've had a good ribeye and a good T-bone, but this steak blows them completely away.
It's called a Flat Iron Steak.
It's a cut of meat that was researched by teams from the University of Nebraska and the University of Florida. It comes from underneath the shoulder of beef and it is tremendous. I looked up ways to cook it and everything said to cook it to medium. At medium, the meat is tender beyond belief, and a treat for your mouth.
This is the marinade I used:
1/3 C. Soy Sauce
2 Tbsp Worchestershire
3 Tbsp Brown Sugar
1 Tbsp onion flakes
1/4 tsp pepper
2 Tbsp Oil
2 Tbsp Vinegar
1/3 C ketchup
1 tsp garlic powder
We call it the Table Rock marinade, because my family had it on chicken while at Table Rock Lake several years ago. It's also very good on chicken and pork as well.
I can't wait to try the Flat Iron steak in my Coke marinade. Oh yeah, that's this one:
6 oz. Coca-Cola
6 oz. Soy Sauce
5 oz. Water
2 Tbsp Lemon Juice
dash of Meat Tenderizer.
Use either for several hours or overnight. Enjoy!
Seriously
I hate rain.
About 2 inches of rain fell last night and now I'm thinking we're not playing ball.
I hate not playing ball. Then again, maybe my heel could use the rest.
The crappiest thing
I've ever heard is what happened to my 16 year-old sister Wendy.She spent the past week at Rocky Mountain Mennonite Camp having a grand blast until Thursday, when something so utterly vile and dastardly happened. In today's age of digital technology, digital cams are the norm and my sister is no exception as she constantly takes pictures. She related the story to me about leaving her camera in a fairly public place at camp, to return to her camera missing. She went to the lost and found and her camera was there.
However, someone stole her memory card.
Seriously.
Who does that? A church based camp and some lowlife, scum bucket, moral-less, douche bag of a person steals a memory card? That's not even remotely funny. Someone stooped to such an indescribably low level at a church camp that they took from someone else during a time of togetherness and fellowship. This incredible moron reached out and nearly ruined memories of an otherwise enjoyable experience for my sister. They took the freaking memory card. Way to have morals, you scuzzy, little turdsicle. I hope you can't sleep at night because of the unwholesome act you've abominated and committed. Come to think of it, I hope you fall down the mountain and break your leg, stuck in a pool of your own mushy bones, as the wolves come and nip at you, only having a memory card to remember your experience in the mountains.
I feel sorry for my sister because someone is a thief.
The art of
scraping together a team.
I've perfected it. I understand things come up. I get it. But, don't let things come up at 5:45 when it's a 6:30 game. Last night, I got a call from our normal shortstop at 5:45 saying he wasn't going to make it.
Excuse me? Ferg, um, when did you know this? It was your daughter's birthday and you didn't realize this til 5:30? Ok.
We were about to take on the team that took second last year in the league tourney and we only had 9 players. Fortunately, Luke and Kell called a friend of theirs and he dashed down to play giving us 10. I'm not sure it would have mattered as we put a stomping down on them, run-ruling them 19-4. It felt good to score and play good defense, especially in that wind. Now on friday we're at full strength of having 11 people, maybe even 12. Not sure that's ever happened with us, and I don't know what to do, but it's a good problem to have.
Maybe we can even keep hitting. That would be fun.
