>Things That Can Be Carried On A Bike (#116)

>A gym bag full of wet clothes.
Four pounds of dog food.
Two Christmas cards.
A small book.
An extra long cable lock.

You may not be able to tell from this photo but man was it a cold ride tonight…the first ride this season where I had to put a scarf over my mouth as not to breath in the icy air too rapidly. The wind chill is in the single digits. It’s been so temperate this season (mostly) that when it is cold it take me by surprise.

Repair vs. Recycle

I came across this manifesto at Open Bicycle (click it to make it larger)…It really makes you think, at least it did to me. I always feel I’m “doing my part” when I recycle (and feel guilty if I don’t). But just imagine if we didn’t recycle (or replace things)…we repaired them. The simplest example that comes to mind are socks…yup socks, what you where on your feet. I remember when I was a kid my mom sitting in the evening and darning our socks rather than purchase new ones. She would put an old light bulb inside it to hold it in place as she sewed…does anyone still darn socks, I wonder. When mine were out or sprout a hole it goes in the garbage or rag bin. Time, I suppose…it all boils down to time. Who today has the time to repair everything? But what is time? I say I’m so busy today…but I can only wonder how much of my busyness is self imposed…like surfing the net, flipping channels, and even maintaining this blog. Repairing things is probably a good thing…ah, but the time.

>Repair vs. Recycle

>I came across this manifesto at Open Bicycle (click it to make it larger)…It really makes you think, at least it did to me. I always feel I’m “doing my part” when I recycle (and feel guilty if I don’t). But just imagine if we didn’t recycle (or replace things)…we repaired them. The simplest example that comes to mind are socks…yup socks, what you where on your feet. I remember when I was a kid my mom sitting in the evening and darning our socks rather than purchase new ones. She would put an old light bulb inside it to hold it in place as she sewed…does anyone still darn socks, I wonder. When mine were out or sprout a hole it goes in the garbage or rag bin. Time, I suppose…it all boils down to time. Who today has the time to repair everything? But what is time? I say I’m so busy today…but I can only wonder how much of my busyness is self imposed…like surfing the net, flipping channels, and even maintaining this blog. Repairing things is probably a good thing…ah, but the time.

Cars Make People Crazy

This is a rash generalization, but…what is the deal with drivers and bicyclists? Do they (or at least many) really think that they, because they are in a car and I am on a bike, automatically have the right of way and in any circumstance? Do they automatically think that because they are in a two-ton metal box on wheels and I am not that they can simply barrel through turns and intersections in front of me? Or see me and look me straight in the eye and pull out in front of me and think this is acceptable. Well, I am beginning to think this is true.

About a month ago I posted on an incident where a person pulled out in front of me causing me to nearly collide with her car (click here to read it). Tonight on my way home from work I was pedaling westward down Allen Street approaching the intersection of Delaware and I see a car coming in the opposite direction with their left turn signal on, which would mean they would turn in front of me.

Me, not turning and going straight through the intersection had the right-of-way, this is without a doubt…well, not according to the car driver. As I approached the intersection I could see that this person could see me (I try to make eye contact with drivers so that they know that I am aware of them, and vise-versa). By now I’m approaching the middle of the intersection and I’m looking right at her and I can see that she is not breaking…instead she just turns and starts honking her freaking horn! Are you kidding me? I was, I believe, about two seconds ahead of being broadsided.

There are, I truly believe, too many cars on the road today…and they make people crazy. And cars are so comfortable today that I don’t think they sometimes remember that they are not on their living room couch but are in fact driving around this enormous piece of machinery. Now I know that many, but not all, readers of this blog are younger than me, but does anyone (or everyone) remember when each family owned just one car (egads…just imagine)…my family, in fact, didn’t own a car most of my youth…we walked or took public transport (four kids and two parents).

Now things of course are different today…way different. It seems there is a car in the driveway for each person above 16 years of age: two parents and two teenagers; 4 cars. And I don’t think I’m exaggerating here.

I’ll say it again: there are simply too many cars on the road AND they make people crazy.

Photo found here.

>Cars Make People Crazy

>This is a rash generalization, but…what is the deal with drivers and bicyclists? Do they (or at least many) really think that they, because they are in a car and I am on a bike, automatically have the right of way and in any circumstance? Do they automatically think that because they are in a two-ton metal box on wheels and I am not that they can simply barrel through turns and intersections in front of me? Or see me and look me straight in the eye and pull out in front of me and think this is acceptable. Well, I am beginning to think this is true.

About a month ago I posted on an incident where a person pulled out in front of me causing me to nearly collide with her car (click here to read it). Tonight on my way home from work I was pedaling westward down Allen Street approaching the intersection of Delaware and I see a car coming in the opposite direction with their left turn signal on, which would mean they would turn in front of me.

Me, not turning and going straight through the intersection had the right-of-way, this is without a doubt…well, not according to the car driver. As I approached the intersection I could see that this person could see me (I try to make eye contact with drivers so that they know that I am aware of them, and vise-versa). By now I’m approaching the middle of the intersection and I’m looking right at her and I can see that she is not breaking…instead she just turns and starts honking her freaking horn! Are you kidding me? I was, I believe, about two seconds ahead of being broadsided.

There are, I truly believe, too many cars on the road today…and they make people crazy. And cars are so comfortable today that I don’t think they sometimes remember that they are not on their living room couch but are in fact driving around this enormous piece of machinery. Now I know that many, but not all, readers of this blog are younger than me, but does anyone (or everyone) remember when each family owned just one car (egads…just imagine)…my family, in fact, didn’t own a car most of my youth…we walked or took public transport (four kids and two parents).

Now things of course are different today…way different. It seems there is a car in the driveway for each person above 16 years of age: two parents and two teenagers; 4 cars. And I don’t think I’m exaggerating here.

I’ll say it again: there are simply too many cars on the road AND they make people crazy.

Photo found here.

A Small Confession


I have a small confession to make. This is not really that big of a deal, I suppose, but it is well within the original post for this blog two years ago regarding the two mile challenge.

Today, after rushing around work all day I had planned on going to the health club as I hadn’t been there in a few days (I really wanted to go for a good hot steam more than anything else). I was walking out the front door with my bike, the temperature was mild (for this time of year), and I had time…but I was just so tired. For people in the food service industry this can be an incredibly busy time of year, and with me it is no exception. As I stood in my doorway, with my hands literally on the handlebars of my bike, I saw my truck in front of me…and thought “what the hell.” I drove the 1 1/2 mile to and fro and it felt good. So to my fellow bikers and carbon footprint-do gooders who read this blog…my apologies.

The truck got me there in a short amount of time, but it was not nearly as fun and refreshing.

>A Small Confession

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I have a small confession to make. This is not really that big of a deal, I suppose, but it is well within the original post for this blog two years ago regarding the two mile challenge.

Today, after rushing around work all day I had planned on going to the health club as I hadn’t been there in a few days (I really wanted to go for a good hot steam more than anything else). I was walking out the front door with my bike, the temperature was mild (for this time of year), and I had time…but I was just so tired. For people in the food service industry this can be an incredibly busy time of year, and with me it is no exception. As I stood in my doorway, with my hands literally on the handlebars of my bike, I saw my truck in front of me…and thought “what the hell.” I drove the 1 1/2 mile to and fro and it felt good. So to my fellow bikers and carbon footprint-do gooders who read this blog…my apologies.

The truck got me there in a short amount of time, but it was not nearly as fun and refreshing.

Urban Simplicity Recipes @ Buffalo Spree

For years people have told me I need to promote myself more (why? is always my response). Maybe it’s the whole “celebrity chef” thing (does anyone besides me see the oxymoronic irony in that phrase…to read a more lengthy article on my view of this click here). OK, sorry, I’ll get off my little soapbox. Anyhow, if you are a local Buffalonian you may have read some of my article in various papers and magazines, particularly Buffalo Spree, which happens to be my favorite. This is an incredibly cool magazine about our region…and I’m not just say this because I’ve written for it for the past 10 or so years, or that I’ve known the editor for more than twice that long…it’s because I really think it’s a top rate magazine. Anyhow, and to get more to the point (and now here’s the shameless self promotion), Buffalo Spree has just recently started hosting some of Urban Simplicity’s blog posts on food (not to mention a data base of more than 150 recipes I’ve contributed to the magazine over the years). The section is entitled Consuming Passions (and will not be populated only by myself). I have included a permanent link to it in the food section of the side bar, but go to it from this post click here.

>Urban Simplicity Recipes @ Buffalo Spree

>For years people have told me I need to promote myself more (why? is always my response). Maybe it’s the whole “celebrity chef” thing (does anyone besides me see the oxymoronic irony in that phrase…to read a more lengthy article on my view of this click here). OK, sorry, I’ll get off my little soapbox. Anyhow, if you are a local Buffalonian you may have read some of my article in various papers and magazines, particularly Buffalo Spree, which happens to be my favorite. This is an incredibly cool magazine about our region…and I’m not just say this because I’ve written for it for the past 10 or so years, or that I’ve known the editor for more than twice that long…it’s because I really think it’s a top rate magazine. Anyhow, and to get more to the point (and now here’s the shameless self promotion), Buffalo Spree has just recently started hosting some of Urban Simplicity’s blog posts on food (not to mention a data base of more than 150 recipes I’ve contributed to the magazine over the years). The section is entitled Consuming Passions (and will not be populated only by myself). I have included a permanent link to it in the food section of the side bar, but go to it from this post click here.

Multi-Grain Pizza and Two Loaves of Bread

If you are a regular reader of this blog you know two things about me. One is that I like to ride bikes, and the other is that I like to bake and eat homemade bread…a lot. I eat some sort of bread product at almost every meal and have not purchased a loaf in quite some time (OK, recently I bought a loaf of squishy supermarket bread at my teenage son’s request…”Dad, why can’t we have sliced bread like normal people?“).

I am living proof that making wholesome bread at home will not necessarily interrupt the rhythm of your daily life but become part of it…the most difficult thing about baking bread (I think) is time…good bread takes time, you simply guide it along.

And when I make bread I usually make a double batch (it’s just as easy as one); this allows for two full sized loaves (one can be frozen)…but I often opt to make pizza out of half of the recipe. Thus, this post is really a variation on a theme. To other posts like this–with different types of bread and pizza–click here, here, here, and here.

This recipe could have been made in an hour or two, but it took me all day–literally from morning ’till evening–because I chose to do so…meaning the recipe revolved my day rather my day focusing on the recipe…it actually became part of my day. At any rate, this is how I did it.

In the morning while I had my usual fueling of coffee and read the newspaper I boiled a half-cup of seven-grain mix in about 4 cups of water. Then I drained the grains, reserving the liquid and pressing as much of the liquid out of the grains as possible. I placed the grains and the cooking liquid on the counter to cool while I took a shower.

Then I measured 2 cups of cooking liquid and combined it with two cups of whole wheat flour and a couple teaspoons of instant yeast. If there are not two cups of liquid remaining (because of evaporation) replenish it with cool water…this forms the initial sponge, or preferment. This can be left at room temperature for as little as 1/2 hour or up to 12 hours (and in the refrigerator for a couple days); I went out for the day and came back to it about 6 hours later. It was predictably frothy and…well, sponge-like.

I then scooped the sponge into the bowl of an electric mixer along with the cooked grains. I also added 4 cups of bread flour, 2 teaspoons of kosher salt, 2 tablespoons of honey, 2 tablespoons of olive oil, and a scant tablespoon of instant yeast. After fitting the machine with a dough hook I mixed it on medium speed for about 8 or 9 minutes.

After transferring the dough to a bowl I placed it on the counter (covered with plastic wrap) and then took my dogs for a walk, stopped at a store, then came home and split a few logs of firewood. By the time I came inside a little over an hour had passed and the dough had doubled in size (if more time was needed I could have placed the dough in the refrigerator for up to twelve hours to slow it’s fermentation).


Now here’s the fun part: making the pizza. After preheating the oven to 450F I cut the dough into two pieces. One piece I rolled onto a pizza pan and the other I cut into two more pieces and shaped into 2 small loaves.

Pizza toppings are seemingly endless (I usually just use whatever I have at hand) and after scrutinizing my small refrigerator and freezer this is what I came up with: frozen tomato sauce (from this past summer’s tomatoes), broccoli, onion, green peppers, and four types of cheese.

By the time I thawed the tomato sauce and topped the pizza it was ready to go in the oven. I cooked it for about twenty minutes…until it was a crispy, golden, bubbly pie of goodness. After the pizza was cooked (and while my son and I ate it) I baked the bread. It’s as simple as that.

One loaf I froze; the other I sliced and toasted for breakfast this morning…the crunchiness of the grains–in both the pizza and the bread–can only be described as three dimensional deliciousness. Bread (or pizza) is not difficult to make.

>Multi-Grain Pizza and Two Loaves of Bread

>If you are a regular reader of this blog you know two things about me. One is that I like to ride bikes, and the other is that I like to bake and eat homemade bread…a lot. I eat some sort of bread product at almost every meal and have not purchased a loaf in quite some time (OK, recently I bought a loaf of squishy supermarket bread at my teenage son’s request…”Dad, why can’t we have sliced bread like normal people?“).

I am living proof that making wholesome bread at home will not necessarily interrupt the rhythm of your daily life but become part of it…the most difficult thing about baking bread (I think) is time…good bread takes time, you simply guide it along.

And when I make bread I usually make a double batch (it’s just as easy as one); this allows for two full sized loaves (one can be frozen)…but I often opt to make pizza out of half of the recipe. Thus, this post is really a variation on a theme. To other posts like this–with different types of bread and pizza–click here, here, here, and here.

This recipe could have been made in an hour or two, but it took me all day–literally from morning ’till evening–because I chose to do so…meaning the recipe revolved my day rather my day focusing on the recipe…it actually became part of my day. At any rate, this is how I did it.

In the morning while I had my usual fueling of coffee and read the newspaper I boiled a half-cup of seven-grain mix in about 4 cups of water. Then I drained the grains, reserving the liquid and pressing as much of the liquid out of the grains as possible. I placed the grains and the cooking liquid on the counter to cool while I took a shower.

Then I measured 2 cups of cooking liquid and combined it with two cups of whole wheat flour and a couple teaspoons of instant yeast. If there are not two cups of liquid remaining (because of evaporation) replenish it with cool water…this forms the initial sponge, or preferment. This can be left at room temperature for as little as 1/2 hour or up to 12 hours (and in the refrigerator for a couple days); I went out for the day and came back to it about 6 hours later. It was predictably frothy and…well, sponge-like.

I then scooped the sponge into the bowl of an electric mixer along with the cooked grains. I also added 4 cups of bread flour, 2 teaspoons of kosher salt, 2 tablespoons of honey, 2 tablespoons of olive oil, and a scant tablespoon of instant yeast. After fitting the machine with a dough hook I mixed it on medium speed for about 8 or 9 minutes.

After transferring the dough to a bowl I placed it on the counter (covered with plastic wrap) and then took my dogs for a walk, stopped at a store, then came home and split a few logs of firewood. By the time I came inside a little over an hour had passed and the dough had doubled in size (if more time was needed I could have placed the dough in the refrigerator for up to twelve hours to slow it’s fermentation).


Now here’s the fun part: making the pizza. After preheating the oven to 450F I cut the dough into two pieces. One piece I rolled onto a pizza pan and the other I cut into two more pieces and shaped into 2 small loaves.

Pizza toppings are seemingly endless (I usually just use whatever I have at hand) and after scrutinizing my small refrigerator and freezer this is what I came up with: frozen tomato sauce (from this past summer’s tomatoes), broccoli, onion, green peppers, and four types of cheese.

By the time I thawed the tomato sauce and topped the pizza it was ready to go in the oven. I cooked it for about twenty minutes…until it was a crispy, golden, bubbly pie of goodness. After the pizza was cooked (and while my son and I ate it) I baked the bread. It’s as simple as that.

One loaf I froze; the other I sliced and toasted for breakfast this morning…the crunchiness of the grains–in both the pizza and the bread–can only be described as three dimensional deliciousness. Bread (or pizza) is not difficult to make.

Clay Pot Chicken

The 30th president of our country, Herbert Hoover, once uttered these famous words of hope and positive thought for our nation as we went through tough times of another era: “A chicken in every pot and a car in every garage.” Now I of course agree with the first half of the sentence but not the latter portion…in my view we would be a better nation if he finished the statement with “…and a bike at every post.”

At any rate, the chicken-in-a-pot theory is a good 0ne…on a cold night like we had last night it permeates the house with both warmth and an intoxicating aroma…gives the house a sort of homey Norman Rockwell feel.

And rather than cooking a chicken in a “traditional pot” I chose, last night, to cook it in a clay pot. The beauty of clay pot cookery is twofold: Firstly, everything is contained to one vessel. And secondly, the meal–no matter what it is–is guaranteed to come out moist and Delicious…the food steams as it cooks…you basically put it in the oven and leave it for a while.

(To learn more about clay pots, or if you’d like to purchase one, click here, here, here, or here.)

The recipes, of course, are seemingly endless, but this is how I made mine:

The first thing in preparation for clay pot cooking is to soak the pot in cool water for about 20 minutes. The clay actually absorbs some of the moisture which in turn steams your food as it cooks. I simply open the pot in the sink and fill it with water, transfer it to a counter, and let it soak while I prepare the other items.

Next, after removing the giblets, wash your chicken inside and out with cold water.

Then pat it dry.

This is not necessary, but I like to put onions and garlic in the chicken’s cavity…as the chicken cooks it flavors from the inside-out. Herbs and chilies–or whatever flavors you like–work well also, but there wasn’t nary a fresh herb in the house.

Added fat is not really necessary with clay pot cooking, but I like to rub a little olive oil one the chicken (butter is good, too), and then season it inside and out with salt and pepper.

I also like to truss a bird before I cook it…and again, this too is an optional step, but being a professional cook I am compelled to use classic cooking techniques…even at home. Trussing a bird keeps it in a neat package and everything cooks evenly. (There are as many ways to truss a bird as there are cooks who truss them, but if you need a basic tutorial there’s a pretty good one at this site.)

You can place your chicken directly into the pot, but I chose to make a “bed” for it, using sliced onion, cabbage, and whole garlic cloves…this later becomes part of the meal.

After placing the chicken in the pot, surround it by whatever vegetables you have or would like to eat. I added baby carrots and a couple potatoes that I cut into thick slices.

Now here’s the best part (well, almost, because the best part is eating it)…put it in a cold oven (yes a cold oven), turn the heat to 450F, and fugetaboutit (forget about it). At 450F the chicken will take about an hour, maybe an hour-and-a-half to cook.

After about an hour check the temperature using a probe thermometer (stick it in the inner thigh, which is the thickest and last part of the bird to cook). The bird is done when it reaches 160F.

If you’d like the skin brown and crispy (which I do) remove the lid and cook it for another 20 minutes or so.

As the chicken and vegetables steam and bake they will excrete some of their own natural juices, which can then be made into a sauce or gravy…or the juice can be used in it’s most simple fashion as a form or poulet au jus, which is how I chose to eat my dinner.

I’ll finish with two words: simple and delicious!