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For those just tuning in, Dashboard Dining started as a project that helped me cope with the utter shock of moving from God's Backyard to the Ninth Ring of Hell. The extreme climate gives rise to new rules like "Okay, kids, when it's going to be above 115, don't make any social plans because Mommy is NOT driving anywhere." "It's a dry heat" is a phrase commonly bandied about, but my rejoinder is usually something along the lines of "so is a freaking oven, put your hand in there and tell me again that it's not too bad". The mouth-breather who coined that "dry heat" phrase must have been heavily involved either in the Chamber of Commerce or realty, because close in to civilization you encounter lots of misleading, impossibly cheerful place names like "Summer Breeze" and "Happy Valley" and "Daisy Hill" -- wishful thinking at best, criminally fraudulent at worst. Drive a few miles out beyond the "For Sale" signs, though, and it all changes to "Bloody Basin" and "Deadman's Wash", and you realize that $#!+ just got REAL.Not that I'm bitter or anything. But
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The most recent
adventure into nostalgia: The German Dinner |
Heresy from a
competition BBQ cook: BBQ Pork Ribs |
A little sweet, a
little sour, a little insane: Apricot Pork |
Because nothing is
better than some Fatty Beef |
If I'd known you was
coming, I'da made a car Coffee Cake |
I'd gone clucking nuts
with car-cooked Chicken en Papillote |
and what started it all, the |
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