Sunday, March 13, 2016

Dad's Stress Reliever

Many of you know what I tend to do to relieve stress (Hint:  I don’t always write, but this also provides tons of quiet time) and it benefits everyone hours later. I get to plan ahead, work out some creative ideas for the blog and make blueprints for the patio or whatever I am working on, and otherwise pound multiple cans of Miller Lite or this week's favorite cold craft beer in the backyard.

What is my stress reliever?

Barbecue.

I did not say grilling, I said barbecue. There is a significant difference in the two actions.

Grilling is cooking meat over a direct fire in a short amount of time. Barbecuing is cooking meat over an indirect fire at a longer pace, hence the saying “low and slow”.

Even at this juncture in the post, I am dreaming about smoking a beef brisket, two Boston butts, a few St. Louis spareribs, and some leg quarters. I admit that my bone-in chicken game is pretty weak compared to the ribs, yet it is the final frontier before I can even consider myself as a decent pit master. I chalk that up to not practicing enough with the backyard pimp, as my in-laws have lovingly called chicken; who wants to be the guy who spends all night on the smoker only to come away with undercooked chicken and banned from the family cookout? Not this guy. We don’t want it to look like I paid for the toys and the beer only to present some weak grub that will not be easily forgiven or forgotten.

 Which is why, in 2016, I will make barbecue great again!
Grill, Charcoal, Barbecue Grill, Carbon
Am I giving away my secrets? You’d better talk to my wife or read from some other blogger because I’m not talking. However, I am a huge proponent of Applewood chunks when I smoke pork. Everything else, you’d have to be there to see greatness in action.

What are my weapons of mass inclusion?

They are the following:  My grill, smoker, a lawn chair, beer, plenty of wood and charcoal to keep the fire stoked, a thermometer for the meats, and time. Depending on the cut of meat, time could be as short as three hours (ham, turkey) or almost sixteen hours (brisket). The grill pictured below sees quick food such as hamburgers, steaks, salmon, and kabobs; the kind men and women at Little Rock’s own PK Grills suggest that smoking meat for a long time is equally effective for a great cook. I’d rather be able to pass the kids hot dogs and cheeseburgers from the PK than losing that good smoke and steady temperature due to opening and closing the cooker.

For smaller smokes, I have a vertical smoker. You don’t have to break the bank for a brand name, and with my green Master Forge vertical, you also need a place in the yard where a burned hole in the midst of green grass is not a cause for consternation. That means Brinkman and Weber are okay for one or two turkey breasts or a more compact meat such as ham. I’ve done ribs on mine but without trimming the edges, I have had some issues with fitment. It doesn’t mean the cook will be less successful just there are some challenges that come with it.
Master Forge vertical smoker

At the present, I haven’t put the new offset smoker through its paces or learned how it cooks due to the rain and other time constraints, but you’ll find out by Memorial Day what the Oklahoma Joe is capable of. 
Daddy's new toy
Should I pass on a secret? Sure, I guess.

DADDY'S RIBS

1 rack of St. Louis spareribs
Secret spices 
Apple cider vinegar (apple juice is OK)

·        Stretch out the ribs and apply the secret spices. I don’t trim the membrane on my ribs, but feel free if that is your thing.
·        Place said ribs in the refrigerator overnight to marinate in its own seasonings. If you don’t have all night, then do it at least one hour before they hit the smoker.
·        Light the smoker. I use charcoal and Applewood, so get the temperature up to 250 degrees and the water pan full of tap or spring water. If you use gas or an electric smoker, still get the temperature to 250. (Since I’m not versed in either technology, I prefer to stick to what I know but to each his own. I’ve tried apple juice, but for my cooks, it isn’t always cost-effective; part of barbecuing is using the resources made available without giving away the farm chasing one or two special items. Besides, apple juice is for breakfast.
·        After the smoker reaches temperature and charcoals are white-hot from the ash, lay the ribs on the smoker. I know people who go directly over the flame and finish in ninety minutes, but I tend to go low and slow. At the end of the first hour, I turn over the ribs for an even cook on the other side and continue smoking. Don’t forget to spritz the ribs with the apple cider at each turn.
·        Depending on the time and how the ribs have progressed, I do take them off the smoker briefly to wrap them in aluminum foil, apply another spritz of apple cider, and return to the smoker for another two hours. At this point, I don’t have to do much more than manage heat and add water to the pan if needed.  
·        After 4 to 4 ½ hours, check the ribs for temperature. If they are at least 185-190 degrees, give yourself an “Atta boy” and remove them from the smoker to rest for another 30 minutes before slicing. If your ribs fall off the bone, then they are overcooked. Maybe next time…
·        During the rest period, I usually sauce the ribs not to cover up what I accomplished earlier, only to accentuate the meat.
·        After the meat is sliced, share and enjoy!
Ribs, Meat, Bbq, Barbecue, Bbq Ribs

Where there is smoke, there is fire – and in my backyard, a lot of meat lay in its final destination before it ends up on plates and in stomachs. Barbecue for me is a relatively cheap and tasty stress reliever and one that I can pick up tips from my brethren and YouTube without worrying about being a burden to them. Almost everything tastes better with a little smoke, even dessert; nothing says naptime is coming like a grilled banana sundae and brownie. 

Acknowledging A Spiritual Butt-Whooping

It’s Sunday, the Lord’s day. Why am I working?

I know every day is the Lord’s day, but isn’t Sunday the seventh day, the Sabbath?

El domingo esta el dia que no trabajamos nada, verdad?

I used to not work on Sundays, but I guess greed overtook me.

Forgive me.

I’m sorry, God.


Before I Knew Better, I Asked To Be Free. Here Is What Came of It.

I just gotta be free!
Free from the mundane, everything-has-a-reason,
I don’t know just won’t cut it
          Life I live.
Free to lie in bed all day and watch Sportscenter.
Or HGTV and pick up more ideas on how to pimp my pad.
Free from “Ced’s gonna buy me this and this and this”
And “he never listens to me” and “you work too much.”
What else can I be free from?
Free from the niggafication America seems to adore,
          Pants sagging to the floor and throwback jerseys du jour.
Free to further break the mold –
I’m tired of you saying I am a white man with black skin.
May I have permission to enjoy the outdoors?
Is there anything wrong with watching golf of voting Republican?
(Keep in mind I wrote this line ten years ago, before the Tea Party and rise of Klanservatives everywhere – in Congress, state legislatures, Breitbart fans, and Trump rallies)
Free to stand up as a practicing Christian,
Unlike those showtime choir members and whorish ministers, faking one Sunday to the next.
God is not a light switch, and neither should our faith in Him resemble it.
Remember WWJD? Well, I do. It’s a tough road,
          But somebody’s gotta at least try to venture it.
Free to say no and mean it –
If all I say is yes, then I will put myself in the crematory early.
Free to release my creativity –
The zipper comes as a bonus. Did I forget to zip my fly again?
Tricky Girbaud jeans.
I’ve gotta be free!!



Friday, March 4, 2016

You Ain't Gotta Lie To Kick It

You know who you are and why you voted for Donald Trump, but I’m not about to shame anyone into submission for it:  All you did was make your worldviews and thought processes known for the rest of us.  I’m not much better for it (I held my nose as I voted for Hillary Clinton. At least we have an idea of what she brings to the table) but at least I am honest about my choice of candidates. Honestly, I would have crossed over to support Gov. John Kasich; unfortunately, no one wants to hear the grownups in the room anymore and he didn’t exactly bring a compelling reason to choose him as POTUS 45.

Maybe this is why Jon Huntsman was run out of the 2012 primary as swiftly as he was – no one wants to hear the centrist’s truth.

Why do you like the guy so much? I’ve heard several people say he “tells it like it is”, which is code for he says the really racist stuff I would like to get away with and because he says it, it means that it is okay for me to do the same. For whom is he making America great again for – beyond heterosexual white males? Sure as hell isn’t me. Are you trying to go back to 1964 or 1863, times when being educated and black mean nothing as I still am colored or worse first? 


If you endorsed the man, own it. Understand what you’re getting yourselves into by following the dollars and sheer entertainment value instead of the man’s record. If you are still callously ignorant even after that statement, you clearly didn’t pay attention in your high school civics classes, have your heads buried in the sand, or are so comfortable with yourselves that you actually yearn for the Nixon or Reagan years. I’ll gladly remind you how that worked out:  Nixon brought the Southern Strategy into play, and Reagan expanded the rhetoric of hatred and racism to something today’s Trump (or Ted Cruz) supporters embody. Some of the following side effects include a sitting President disgracefully resigning;  the early 1980s recessions and the crash in 1987; Reagan feigning ignorance about apartheid in South Africa and the trumped-up (excuse the pun) War On Drugs; and the Willie Horton advertisement that sunk Michael Dukakis in 1988. Are all of their supporters racists? No, but if they do not stand up to disavow the language, then I certainly think that birds of a feather do flock together.  


Way back in 1998, New Orleans sensation (and No Limit Records artist) Silkk the Shocker told you that you ain’t gotta lie to kick it. In 2016, these words still hold true. 

If this guy is the one you want as your party’s standard bearer, feel free to choose and ride with him. It is more of indictment of you the callous voter who thinks you are immune to discrimination as well as the apparent education level attained. As I’ve said about Saline County*, low taxes are not everything – and too many of you are too busy looking at the short-term dollars versus the long-term benefits. What about people like me? The Republican Party lost me after Hurricane Katrina and the Tea Party takeover in 2010 made that exit a permanent one, meaning the Party of Lincoln and Eisenhower is now the party of Nixon, Reagan, Bush, Trump, Cruz, Limbaugh, and Fox News.


You ain’t gotta lie to kick it. Four years ago, you wanted a clear conservative yet went for Mitt Romney. Your true morals are for the white guys with a fistful of dollars and no moral turpitude whatsoever saying/doing anything to get votes. If he wins November 8, it will be your fault for falling for the bright lights – and proof that when black progress happens, the conservative backlash is some kind of nasty!

*We Saline County residents pay some of the highest sales taxes in the state. Those who disagree love their properties and material things more than the people who are not so fortunate.  Also, stop falling for the “low taxes” fallacy; in some circles, it can also mean anti-black or brown and possibly discriminatory to the working poor assuming they haven’t fallen for the trap.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

The Convenience of Ingratitude

On January 28, I traded my wife’s Malibu in for a newer used car with a fraction of the miles – and a piece of factory warranty still remaining. As I drove the Camry around town with my baby daughter in the back seat asleep and the salesman discussing the vehicle, I discovered that I would lose some technology – and that big V6 engine - if we made the deal. For example, Toyota does not offer remote start and this car was the final year that backup cameras were optional as are navigation and satellite radio. Also, our monthly payments would increase nearly eighty dollars from what we were paying on the Chevrolet.
Momma's new ride - 2013 Toyota Camry SE. For some reason, I really like red cars. 

My wife still couldn’t grasp being without a remote starter for those cold winter mornings and hot summer afternoons. God had protected us for the past two years through rain, sleet, snow, and bad drivers along with saving us from having to purchase new low-profile tires that would have certainly blown a hole through our budget. To no longer be able to start the car from the bathroom showed that I had become ungrateful for what was a small thing:  in that instant, I saw how quickly I could become an ingrate to God. The same Father who did not spare His own Son for my salvation had spared my wife and daughter (and friends) in a miraculous fashion!

While I was slightly disappointed in not getting a better deal, I had to consider the price of peace of mind for my wife and daughter every time they got into the car; that peace outweighed losing a few convenience features.



Friday, February 12, 2016

1YL

For the uninformed, 1YL is shorthand for one year later. I think everyone who has followed Caeli’s life story from birth has seen the pictures, read the blog, and/or shown some empathy and love along the way. Admittedly, not every day was easy and by the grace of God, we got through them all. Instead of blasting your walls with cuteness overload, I’ve chosen one picture per blog link for where we were throughout the journey in the NICU as well as the one in the Dub Shack. Will I ever put this thing in paperback format? I doubt it solely because of time constraints. Besides, being her daddy is way too much fun to slow down and think about ways to make a profit from that roller coaster.

Click on the captions below the pictures and they will take you to any of the 27 chapters of the Dad Chronicles.  

A Letter To Baby Caeli
The Moment Dude Became Dad

There are too many of you to shout out individually, so here’s a HUUUUUUUGE thank-you for being you.
The cutest, blackest baby picture in mankind

God bless, we’re out.
Happy Birthday Caeli!

-          The C. Armstrong Family – Cedric, Chastity and Caeli


Thursday, February 4, 2016

I'll See You Again

About two weeks ago, one of my younger brothers from childhood passed away due to injuries suffered from an automobile accident at the age of 28. While reading all of the posts via social media about the positive impact Terrance made upon so many lives, I chose to sit back and rewind the memories of him singing in the youth choir; watching him play high school football; having him as a student during that first year as a substitute teacher (as I was working on my certification) and realizing he was wearing the same gray Nautica polo shirt I bought years ago as a high school senior; chuckling with him at his brother’s wedding; keeping up with our lives through Facebook; and so many other moments throughout the years. The separation is tough, yet we share a comfort that we will see him again in eternity.

While life tends to pull people away, God is always near.

We’ve experienced separation from our loved ones:  For example, I accepted a teaching job a decade ago that took me across the country far away from any relatives or friends I may have known prior. A child goes off to school or military service in another state or nation. Our busy lives tend to pull us in every direction with families, jobs, civic and church obligations, and putting out home fires that continuing communication beyond a quick text message or tweet or the occasional Face Time is pushed by the wayside. We have Skype, but we don’t have time for face-to-face interaction anymore. 

We are here, and they are there. Also, let’s not forget the separation of death.

As believers in Christ, we have the promise that we are never alone. Although we ache from the departure of one brother, He has not gone anywhere – He is right here, now, always, and forever. In John 16:20, Jesus told the disciples “Verily, verily, I say unto you, That ye shall weep and lament, but the world shall rejoice:  and ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy.”  He also promised to never leave nor forsake us in Hebrews 13:5.

The rapper Wiz Khalifa penned this chorus for the Fast and Furious 7 movie soundtrack:  “It's been a long day, without you my friend/And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again/We’ve come a long way from where we began/But I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.” It is during that separation that Jesus assures us that we will see Him again for He never abandons or forgets His own.