A bit over a year ago I quit my freakishly inappropriate employment and started a year long journey to reboot myself. This process started with a two week long road trip where I drove from Minneapolis to Portland (Oregon) and back – by myself.

I hurt all over and I didn’t even know if the things that I was thinking or feeling were even mine. I didn’t even want to spend two weeks driving across country. I kept coming up with things that needed to be done before I could leave. Marv more or less put me into the car. Of course, he had also been the one to tell me that I was broken and that I needed to go do whatever it was that I needed to do to go fix myself.

As it turns out – that took about 6 months, but the first step was the big one. I got (placed) into the car and started driving west.

The first day, I didn’t really care. The second day, I didn’t really care. The third day I began watching the world go by. It was pretty. It was really pretty. I started to feel myself breathe again. And so it went, with each mile and each photograph I began to get pieced back together.

It was a start. And then I started getting all Becky Homecy.  I do that when I’m hurt.  I cook.  I photograph what I’m cooking.  A couple of months later I started this blog because a friend wanted a recipe of mine and I figured I may as well just find a place to park my recipes and photos until I figure out the big project.  And that was that.

And wow.  Over the past year I’ve been amazed (startled!) at how encouraging and wonderful people have been to me and the work that I’m doing here. Artistically and personally I have never felt so encouraged in my life – so in honor of my 1 year anniversary coming up I’m going to thank the internet at large by giving away 3 prints of photographs that were taken on my trip west.  (Thank you internet!)

I would like to give to you one (or two or three) prints of photographs of mine taken on that first semi- monumental turning of my lifish.  You just need to come up with the best answer to the following sentence.  (Or sentence following.)

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“NeoExpressionist Sky” 10/31/06

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“This Looks Like a Good Place to Park” 10/27/07

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“Ice, Water & Steam” 11/3/06

So, finish this sentence for me:

I need (photo name) in my life because ____________________.

You can either leave it as a comment here or send it to me in an email to she @ mrsmarv.com. I will be choosing the winners of the photographs from these sentences on Friday, December 7, 2007. If you win, I will email you on Saturday, December 8, 2007 for your shipping address to which I will send you a 12 x 16 inch (approximately) print on watercolor paper of the photo you wrote about (provided that I can afford the shipping to get it to you.) Friends and relatives of mine are welcome to participate, but are not guaranteed to get anything out of it.

There is nothing even remotely legally binding about this post. And I will not do anything with your personal information except send you the photo. I am not responsible for lost or damaged items. I do not guarantee Christmas delivery. And I would like you all to have a very good day. (Although, I’m not responsible for that either.)

Food on a stick season is really the best season in Minnesota. It doesn’t last very long – a mere couple of weeks, but the sky seems brighter, the days seem happier and gosh darn it – people are nicer. It has to be the haze of fryer oil that wafts from Snelling Avenue rolling down among the denizens of this fair city making their eyes roll back in their heads as they shamble along in trancelike disarray whispering things like, “mini donuts,” “Sweeeeet Martha’s cookies with milk,” “cheeeeeeeeese curds,” and, of course, “Pronto Puuuups.”

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While I’m with them on the mini donuts and to a certain extent cheese curds – Pronto Pups are just disappointing at best. Yes, they have quite the cult following because everyone sees them as this treat that they had to have when they went to fairs as kids. Well, this kid grew up in Chicago and that dog don’t fly. Granted, for ages I was way to snobby to even condescend to go to the fair, but eventually, curiosity won out and I now join the throngs of people who pass through the gates every year. There really are throngs. “The Great Minnesota Get Together,” as it’s called, is believed to have more people pass through it’s gates daily than any other fair in the nation. (Although, Texas has more over all people.)

Even though, I would go every year, I didn’t really eat there until a couple of years ago when Kyndell was in New Orleans shooting the Katrina aftermath and Mr. Kyndell was left all by his lonesome to think up all the terrible things that could happen to her. What gets your mind off your troubles? The fair does, that’s what. So, that’s where we had dinner every night for a week. I became a convert to the ways of fair food. For the most part, it’s chock full of good eats.

Except for the Pronto Pups. Every year I trick myself into trying one, and every year the inferior quality of the dog and the lack of flavor in the corn bread just makes me mad – and I throw a tantrum in the midway with crying and foot stamping and gnashing of teeth and swear up and down that I’m going to just make my own, then. Well, I finally did.

I created the hot-dog-love-child of chorizo and a really fine beef dog. Then, I just slid that dog into some sweet honey corn bread and fried it on up. Sweet, spicy, hot… oh baby, let’s get it on. We can make our own state fair right here.

Sexy Hot Sweet Corn Dog (Baby.)

Love Child Dog
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4lb chicken thighs, skin on, deboned
1 1/2 lbs hamburger or ground beef
2/3 c powder milk
4 T ancho powder
2 1/2 T chipotle powder
2 T garlic powder
1 T salt (possibly more upon tasting)
1 T cumin
1 T dried oregano
1 T paprika
1 T white pepper, ground
1 T Amesphos
3 t mace, ground
2 t sugar
1 t pink salt
2 T wine vinegar
2 T cider vinegar
3 T water
sausage casing or aluminum foil

Stick chicken thighs in the freezer, and freeze for 15 minuts or so. Grind em up using the grinder attachment for kitchen aid mixer, or a proper meat grinder. Stick chicken back in the freezer and combine the spices. Add the spices, liquids and beef into the chicken and cook off a small patty to test spices. (Return meat to the freezer while testing.) Adjust spices according to your tastes, keeping in mind that the heat will diminish once the sausage is done – so if you want it quite spicy, add more.

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Run the meat through the grinder twice more and stuff into casings. Or if you don’t have any casings you can shape it into a roll and roll it up in aluminum foil. (Apparently, this is called a chub.)

Smoke or roast sausages over low heat until the sausages are completely firm – no give, but before they burst. (Bursting is bad.) Once, they’re done you can go ahead and make the cornbread coating and make them immediately, or save them for later.

Sweet Honey Corn Bread
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3/4 c buttermilk
1 egg
3 T honey (or more if you like things sweeter)
2/3 c corn meal
1/3 c flour
2 t baking powder
1 t baking soda
1/2 t salt
1/2 t cinnamon

Mix liquid ingredients together and whisk in 1/3 c cornmeal. Whisk cornmeal for a few minutes to cream it a bit. Whisk together dry ingredients and add them in to wet slowly.

Transfer to a tall glass, leaving about 1 1/2″ free at the top of the glass.

Assemblage

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popcicle sticks
flour or cornstarch
lots of peanut oil

Make sure that dogs are hot enough to eat. If they aren’t steam them until they are.

Heat enough oil to cover at least half the dog to 350°f – 375°f.

Insert popcicle stick into dog. Roll dog in flour or cornstarch. Dunk dog in cornbread. Swish dog around a bit and pull out making sure the dog is covered. Slide into oil and cook until very brown. Flip over if necessary and cook on the other side.

Serve and enjoy!

I’m not sure that it’s a sport you can win though. Yesterday, we bundled ourselves up and shuffled out into the cold to see the art shanties on Medicine Lake. It was brutally nippy but the artists were very nice and edumicational. The Rendezvous Cafe had tasty treats for the price of a fish story. Mike Hoyt has himself a mighty fine karaoke house complete with singing people. Artists Wes Stitt and Joe Lindeberg have proved just how important insulation, and well… windows are for Lincoln Log shanties in Minnesota. (Mr. Wright needs to fix his design.)

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Art Shanties by Jeff Harkness