Thursday, July 18, 2019

Michael Callen Memorial Chicken Mac Soup

Dijon mustard gives this creamy and cheesy hybrid dish some tang. A really hearty bowl of comfort! We named this to honor a great LGBT leader Michael Callen. Read about him after the recipe.




What a combination of the great tastes of chicken soup and mac & cheese. Yet since this does not use a cream sauce but rather one based with potato you will find it a tad healthier.





Ingredients

1½ c. macaroni

3 slices bacon, cut up onto pieces

1¼ lb. boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cubed

1 small onion, chopped

1 small red bell pepper, chopped

2 cans diced potatoes

6 c. chicken stock

Kosher salt + pepper

4 tbsp. unsalted butter, divided

2 tsp. Dijon mustard

1 small head broccoli, cut into small florets (about 4 cups)

8 oz. extra-sharp cheddar cheese, grated (about 2 cups)



Sliced fresh chives, for garnish



Directions

Do your cutting. Chop the bacon, set aside. 


Chop the onion and red bell pepper, cut up the chicken, cut the broccoli into florets.



In a dutch oven on the stove top, cook up the bacon pieces until done and releasing the grease. Remove the bacon with a slotted spoon to a paper towel.



Add the chicken pieces and cook, stiring about 7 - 9 minutes until starting to turn a nice golden color. Remove to paper towels.

Add the onions and red pepper and let cook 3 – 5 minutes. Remove to paper towels.



Add about 1 cup of the chicken stock to deglase the pot, stirring the brown bits from the bottom with a wodden spoon. Add rest of stock and the drained cans of diced potatoes. Bring to a simmer for 20 – 25 minutes. Stir ocassionally so nothing burns to the bottom.



Check to make sure the potatoes are mushy and carefully with an emersion blender, puree this into a creamy base. 
 Keep this simmering as you add the uncooked pasta, chicken, and bacon. Let simmer for 3 – 5 minutes then stir in the broccoli and the onion mix. Let that cook for another 5 minutes until tender. Stir often so nothing sticks to the bottom.



At this point the macroni should be just about cooked. Remove from heat and let the soup stand for 1 minute. (this prevents the soup from breaking).


 Stir in the mustard and gradually add the cheese by spoonfuls until melted and smooth. (if you add it all at once you will get oil dropets)

Taste and adjust with salt and pepper.

If you wish, garnish with extra cheese.

What a hearty, healthy bowl of comfort! So honored to serve this to my Master Indy.





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    Michael Callen
    “He was one of the omnipresent, one of the titans.”
    — Tony Kushner

    As a composer, singer, writer and AIDS activist, Michael Callen played a major role in shaping America’s response to the epidemic.
    Callen was an AIDS activist before there was an AIDS movement. From the time of his diagnosis with Gay-Related Immune Deficiency in 1982, he was involved in virtually all of the positive responses to the epidemic, including the self-empowerment of People with AIDS; the invention of safer sex; the community-based research movement; development of prophylaxis for major opportunistic infections; and the establishment of buyer’s clubs providing low-cost access to both experimental and approved AIDS treatments.
    Callen coined the term “people with AIDS” (PWAs) to replace the early characterizations of PWAs as AIDS victims, thus laying the foundation for the PWA “self-empowerment movement.” Callen emphasized that people could live with AIDS and continue to make significant contributions to society despite their diagnosis.
    Michael Callen was born 1955 in an Indiana suburb of Cincinnati. He earned a degree in music in 1977 from Boston University. After graduation, he moved to New York City to pursue a career as a singer. Though Callen realized he was gay as a teenager, he did not explore his sexuality until his years in Boston and New York; and when he did, he did so with gusto. He became a self-described and unapologetic "slut."
    Initially diagnosed with GRID (Gay-Related Immune Deficiency) in 1982, Callen became an early AIDS activist and threw himself into understanding the disease. His overarching focus was one of survival, believing hope was a crucial factor in living with AIDS. Callen worked closely with his physician, Dr. Joseph Sonnabend, a virologist from South Africa.
    He was convinced that GRID was sexually transmitted. In 1983 Callen co-wrote one of the first guides on safe-sex practices, “How to Have Sex in an Epidemic.” This was the first guide to safe sex. The advice in the pamphlet, based on the concepts of his doctor, has become the accepted standard of risk reduction. Thus Callen has been rightly called the “Father of Safe Sex!
    Recognizing the physical, psychological, and political harm of arguing for gay me to cease all sexual activity, Callen took a moderate approach: gay men could have sex, but in ways that mediated risk. Gay people were becoming more widely accepted and attaching shame and negativity to sex — what some referred to as an “anti-sex” approach — could have damaging consequences.
    He was one of the few people during the early years of the epidemic to argue against a diagnosis of AIDS as an automatic death sentence. In his 1988 article, “Not Everyone Dies of AIDS,” published in the Village Voice, Callen wrote:
    “Believing that I could survive was probably the precondition necessary for my actual survival. Unlike many other people with AIDS who considered themselves, in playwright Larry Kramer’s phrase, merely ‘ticking time bombs,’ my AIDS world view admitted from the first at least the possibility of recovery… Having hope won’t guarantee that you’ll survive AIDS, but not having hope seems to guarantee that you’ll succumb quickly.”
    Callen joined with a fellow person with AIDS Richard Berkowitz and partner Richard Dworkin to write an essay entitled "We Know Who We Are: Two Gay Men Declare War on Promiscuity” for the New York Native.
    What the men referred to as “promiscuity” was the frequent backroom, unprotected sexual encounters that dominated the gay sexual culture of the time and place. In the post-Stonewall Riots and gay liberation years, the popular belief was that sex was a revolutionary act, and more sex was equivalent to being more liberated. Callen argued that gay men needed to rethink their attitudes toward sex and relationships.
    He was also a strong writer on the politics of sexuality. His essays appeared regularly in newspapers, magazines, journals, and books, including The Village Voice, The New York Native and Outweek.



    He appeared on television talk shows and wrote for newspapers and magazines. He became the face of AIDS, as the disease was renamed.
    In addition to his political work, Callen was a popular singer and composer in the gay community. Callen’s AIDS activism had a major influence on his music, as reflected in his solo album, Purple Heart (Significant Other Records, 1988), which The Advocate reviewer called, “the most remarkable gay independent release of the past decade.”
    As a member of the gay a cappella group The Flirtations, he toured internationally and recorded two albums, The Flirtations (Significant Other Records, 1990) and Out on the Road (Flirt Records, 1992).




    Callen’s song “Living in Wartime,” an AIDS battle cry from Purple Heart, was featured in the original production of Larry Kramer’s play The Normal Heart. Callen also wrote, along with Oscar winner Peter Allen and Marsha Malamet, “Love Don’t Need a Reason,”
    (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wlwCTqFeUk), which Callen sang at numerous gay and AIDS-related events, including the New York, San Francisco, and Los Angeles AIDS walkathons and the 1993 March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi Equal Rights; and on network television programs, such as the Geraldo Show.
    The song has been covered by numerous gay men's choirs as well as the Peter Allen Broadway musical The Boy From Oz (1998).
    Shortly before his death from AIDS-related complications in December 1993, Callen completed vocal tracks for 48 new songs. Twenty-nine of these compositions have been released as a double CD, titled Legacy, which garnered four Gay & Lesbian American Music Awards, including Album of the Year and Best Recording by a Male Artist.  Legacy, recorded with the help of such prominent musicians as Holly Near, Cris Williamson, David Lasley (James Taylor), Greg Wells (k.d. lang), Fred Hersch, Arnold McCuller (Phil Collins) and Steve Sandberg (David Byrne, Ruben Blades) are a testament to Callen’s commitment to the gay and lesbian community as well as his own passionate struggle for gay identity and selfhood.

Sunday, July 14, 2019

Poofter In a Pan

This large, fluffy pancake is excellent for breakfast, brunch, lunch and dessert any time of year. And it comes together in about five blessed minutes. Then 25 minutes in the oven! Read a quick artilce on the name after the recipe.


Sometimes known as a “Dutch Baby” it is essentially a Wilshire pudding with an extra egg! Try your hand at this super easy treat!


Ingredients (requires room temperature ingredients)

  • 3 eggs
  • ½ cup flour
  • ½ cup milk
  • 1 tablespoon sugar
  • Pinch of nutmeg
  • Pinch of baking soda
  • 4 tablespoons butter
  • Blueberry compote topping or syrup
Directions
The most important secret to the recipe is to have room temperature ingredients. So I suggest cracking three eggs into a covered bowl with the ¼ cup of milk first. Cover and set on counter for an HOUR!


Then if you wish the blueberry compote topping*, go ahead and cook that up first. Then:
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Combine eggs, flour, milk, sugar, nutmeg and baking soda, blend lightly with a fork. DO NOT whip it until smooth, you want big lumps.


Let that sit for 15 minutes. (during this time the mostiure will be aborbed by the flour – this makes it fluffy but not chewy)

Place a 10-inch cast iron pan into the preheated oven for 10 minutes. Then add the 2 Tbs butter and let melt in oven, as soon as it is runny, carefully with an oven mit swirl the pan around to coat the bottom. Then pour the batter into the center and replace in the oven. 
 


Bake for 20 minutes, until the pancake is puffed and golden. Turn the oven off and cover the pan and let sit in the oven for five minutes longer.

Remove pancake from oven, cut into forths and serve at once topped as you prefer!

Have a surplus of bananas?, slice 4 into the hot butter (used an extra T of butter), sprinkled on about 2T sugar, (leave sugar out of the batter). Puffs up gorgeous, done in 18 minutes.
Cake comes out of the pan more easily if it's rested for a couple of minutes after it comes out of the oven: it shrinks away from the pan and doesn't collapse.
This is really an English Yorkshire pudding made with an extra egg.
Heat the skillet, THEN add the butter, let it melt, then add the batter.
The cake will puff up in the center and the edges will be dark and crispy.

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*Blueberry Compote Topping
Ingredients
  • 1 cup fresh blueberries
  • 1/3 cup water
  • ¼ cup granulated sweetener
  • 1 Tbs lemon juice (or orange juice)
  • 1Tbs cornstarch (corn flour) mixed with 2 Tbs water



Instructions

  • Combine the blueberries, water, sugar, lemon juice and water in a small-sized saucepan over medium-high heat.

  • Bring to a boil; lower heat and gently simmer 5-7 minutes or until a few of them burst.
  • Serve warm.


What a treat to serve my Master for a fancy brunch!



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The term “POOF” comes from England in the 1850s. By 1910 the Australian extended form became “poofter”.

Poofter is now one of the most hateful words in Australian English. The phrase poofter-bashing arose during the 1960s and 1970s during organized hate crimes against homosexuals across Australia.

Beyond its use as an anti-homosexual slur, it is also often aimed at males who do not fit ideals of masculinity.

So it is used here as a way of taking away the sting of hate and claiming it as our own. Much as we have re-claimed the word queer.

It is said to be derived from the sounds the passive makes when expelling air after sex. The Advocate states: “Don’t say we don’t do our homework here”. But, I've yet to see any evidence to “Back this up”!

More likely it derives from the make-up “poof”, for talc powder. In Shakespearean times women were forbidden to appear on stage. The roles went to younger men dressed as women. White powder was used to simulate the pale female skin. Well you can guess how these actors were treated! Thus the name “Poof”!


Saturday, July 13, 2019

Breedlove's Broken Heart Salad


With the warmer weather, we tend to look to salads thereby keep the kitchen cool. Here is an old recipe, hidden for years, and updated by yours truly for your ease. It is named after an unfortunate Dentist of the 19th century who's heartbreaking story has laid hidden for a century. Read up on it after the recipe.


 
This recipe makes a wonderful salad for rolls and sandwiches or with the addition of pasta can grace any picnic table with an alternative to the old chips and dips. 

 
Ingredients
1 pound imitation crab meat
½ cup red onion minced
½ cup mayonnaise
½ cup celery minced
½ teaspoon paprika
1 can diced tomatoes drained
2 oz. Chopped bread & butter pickles
¼ teaspoon Each: Kosher salt & pepper

To serve as a salad:
2 cups cooked pasta

Directions:

Do your cutting: mince the onion, celery and pickles. Try to make this fine.
Drain the diced tomatoes well.



In a large bowl mix the mayonaise, paprika, and Old Bay. Then add the chopped onion, pickles, and celery. Stir until well coated. 
 

Break apart the crab meat and drop into the bowl, mixintg carefully so as to not completely break the sea food apart, just enough to coat each piece.


To serve as sandwiches: omit the pasta
Refrigerate for an hour before serving.




Happy to serve this to Master's guests.

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To gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
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Dr. Breedlove's heartache

In studying history I ran across an interesting story from 1892. Carefully reading and interpreting through the writing and language of the era a heartbreaking story emerged. We know little about Dr. Charles Breedlove of Saint Louis. The only reference being these letters reported during a talk before the Section of Mental and Nervous Diseases at the Pan-American Medical Congress in 1893 on “Erotopathia”. That was among the many early terms given to homosexuality before the word “homosexual” entered the English language.

Dr. Breedlove was deeply in love with Issac Judson. We know that for awhile they lived together toward the end of the 19th century. We do not know why Judson decided to move out but we can understand the angush that Dr. Breedlove felt. The two continued to corespond regularly.

Then on February 23rd 1892 a despondant Dr. Breedlove shot himself wearing a locket with a picture of his beloved Issac around his neck.

Charles H Hughes, editor of the Alienist and Neurologist (“Alienist” was an early term for psychiatrist) presented the case to the conference.
"In February of the past year (1892), a quiet, cultured and gentlemanly appearing young man committed suicide by shooting himself at his room in a hotel in St. Louis. A combination of causes probably led to the despondency which ended in the rash act.
Pecuniary embarrassment may have been one of them, but the chief cause, as elicited at the Coroner’s inquest, as testified by the male friend of whom he was enamored, was that he had a morbid attachment for that friend.
He wrote long letters to him teeming with endearing words. They had roomed together, but at the time of the tragedy they were rooming apart. This was his second attempt at suicide. At the time of his death he carried a locket about his neck containing the picture of the man he loved. He was an educated professional man, kindhearted and of good address.
The following letters, written in a neat hand shortly prior to, and about the time of, his death, serve to show the erotopathic condition of this young man’s mind. They reveal the ardent feeling of the anxious, disappointed lover, much the same feeling as one madly in love might normally have for his heart’s idol of the other sex, but never unnaturally and abnormally for one’s own sex, with homicidal and suicidal impulses of maddened desperation added:
  • “My Dear Friend: — Are you ill, angry or merely careless? I looked for my usual Thursday’s letter Saturday morning. It came not. I then felt sure you would write me on Sunday. I watched for the postman. No letter. He has been here this A. M. and still no letter. It makes me not only unhappy, but very anxious — unhappy since I am deprived of all that is left me to care for or look forward to; unhappy in the thought that I have displeased you; in suspense and anxiety lest some bodily ailment has seized that goodly frame and rendered you unable to communicate with me. If I do not hear from you in a day or so I shall be frantic and unfit for anything. I sent the stud on Thursday, which must have reached you Saturday, and not later than Monday, in which case I should have heard from you by this time.”

  • “My Dear Friend: — I have just returned from the Cathedral, where Bishop Tuttle preached. My mind is not in a very receptive frame, so I can hardly tell anything he said. The pass was all a myth. The only pass I have is one into eternity. I even sold my dress suit and my old clothes to raise the funds to get here on. I came, intending to first kill you, then myself. I shall only make an end of my own miserable existence. My Love for you has been my ruin. I can no more live a life apart from you than I can fly. The past month has been the test and I cannot do it. There is but one thing which could save me, and that is to pass the remainder of my life in your presence. I shall do that anyhow, for to die in your arms relieves death of half its terrors. I wish it would come to me naturally and you would have nothing to dishonor or grieve you. It is cruel in me to do this act, for it will blight your life. I should be more cruel to myself to try and live without you. You have done all but the one right and effective thing to save and make me, but it has all failed. I would gladly beg, steal, do anything — forego riches, forget friends, home, kindred, but for a life of blissful association with you. My office and outfit are all intact and you can realize something on those things. Mr. C—- H—-, XI6 M—- Avenue, will see to the things. I appreciate all you did, and the effort and sacrifice you made for me. It was not in the right direction.
  • “This letter to you is all I leave behind. I cannot write anything to my parents. The blow will probably kill my mother. I shudder to think of it. We might have been happy together had it not been for W—-. The W—-, your brother’s family, your other rich friends, your high social and business standing, your high ideas of morality, which you never filled — but ’tis too late, the end must come. I don’t see why God did not let me die that Saturday night. I suppose there was some purpose waiting till you had made the outlay and sacrificed so much. You see, the end is all the same. Good-by, dear Issac, I won’t wish you happiness; you will never have that again and you will follow in my footsteps sometime. Men of our natures and sins must have their punishment, and ours comes in a terrible shape. You are mine in the light of heaven and no family ties can claim you from me in death. I pity you, but oh, to be free from all this agony of separation, suspense, doubt, is so welcome. May God deal with me according to my weakness. Keep my stud as long as you live. send my watch and ring to my mother. Let my last rites be attended by as little expense as possible. A pauper cannot expect to repose in a metallic casket. I am going to bed, to sleep and gain nerve to face my fate. I have felt it must be, and since I have known you, I knew you were to be the last straw. I have Loved you better than you have ever loved or will ever be loved again. Think kindly of that love sometimes. I am unworthy, but my love for you is worth a thought. Pray for my soul. Amen.”
Much more than a sentiment of warm friendship for one’s benefactor is breathed in these epistles of passion, desperation and love, with its sequel of chagrin and suicide, without remorse for, or full appreciation of, the unnatural character of his perverted love.
Though his Christian training had taught him to regard his unnatural passion as a sin."
Source: Charles H. Hughes, “Erotopathia — Morbid eroticism.” Alienist and Neurologist 14, no. 4 (October 1893): 531-578.)

Please note: this was long before our society learned how to support LGBT souls in their hours of need. Today we have understanding Doctors, nurses, hotlines, and support centers through out the countryside. These people now stand with arms out waiting to be of help.
Please if this story resonates with your life experiences do not delay in reaching out for help.
Above all know You are worthwhile. Your type has always been around. We are everywhere and we can help.



Thursday, July 4, 2019

Pulled Pork with slaves Butt Rub

Pulled pork can be made from any fatty pork roast. The best roast is the “Boston butt” since it’s high in fat and connective tissue. It is named after the wooden cask that was used to ship it west from Boston. This makes perfect sandwiches for your holiday meals or back yard BBQ's!


Do your butt right with slave's butt rub! Then you can pull your pork with confidence it will be tasty!


Ingredients:

Pulled Pork
  • 1 6lbs Boston butt roast
  • 1 batch slave’s Butt Rub (recipe below)
  • 3-4 drops Liquid Smoke (optional)
  • ½ cup Triple Sec

slave’s Butt Rub
2 Tbsp granulated sugar
2 Tbsp kosher salt
1 Tbsp smoked paprika
1 Tbsp brown sugar
1 tsp white pepper
2 tsp mustard powder
½ tsp garlic
½ tsp onion powder
½ tsp baking soda

Instructions:



Combine all ingredients for the rub then mix well; set aside. Rinse butt roast with cold water then pat dry with paper towels.

With a wet hand sprinkle a tiny bit of water on the counter then roll out a big sheet of plastic wrap. (the mosture will hold the wrap in place)


Put some of the rub on the plastic then place the pork on top. Using your hands, rub roast with seasoning until evenly coated on all sides.


Cover rubbed roast with plastic wrap side to side and top to bottom then refrigerate overnight if possible.




 At least for 4 hours so it can soak up the flavors of the rub.

To Cook the Meat:
UNWRAP the plastic first!
Preheat the oven to 225 degrees F. Roast uncovered so the outer crust will form a bark.
 

For this recipe you’ll need a 3″ deep roasting pan that’s big enough to hold your roast so that there is at least 1″ of extra room on all sides. Place the roast on a wire rack in your baking pan.
The rack keeps the meat up out of the pan and allows the heat to circulate around the entire pork butt just like in a regular smoker or BBQ grill.



Plan on 2 hours per pound based on the trimmed weight of an individual roast.
In order to be pulled, a pork butt must be cooked to an internal temperature of 195-205°F to break down the collagen in the meat. For this 6 lbs roast plan for 12 hours roasting.
Spoon on the remaining rub.

Meat after 6 hours:


When the meat finishes cooking, remove it from the oven and tent with foil for 15-20 minutes to allow it to rest and the juices redistribute before slicing or pulling the pork butt.

Wipe out your slow cooker and spray well with cooking spray. Do this every time you use the cooker!


Remove roast from rack and place in cooker. (The meat will “pull” away from the fat and blade bone (if bone-in) in sections). Discard fat, bone, etc.


According to America's test kitchen, you can use a potato masher to “pull” the meat. Start on an outside edge and work your way in. If all else fails grab two forks and shread! :-)



Mix a bottle of barbeque sauce with ½ Cup triple sec and ½ tsp liquid smoke. (be very light on this too much will make it taste like a hot dog! Stir it well. Set heat on low to combine flavors and serve from the pot.


For our pot luck, slave also made a broccoli salad and an English Perversion Pea Salad.




What a wonderful meal of celebration! For our music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LAvF6tfMCq8

I am so proud to be slave to Master Indy!


socialslave

To satisfy and restore.
To nourish, support and maintain.
To gratify, spoil, comfort and please,
to nurture, assist, and sustain
…..I cook!

Please buy slave's cookbook:

The Little Black Book of Indiscreet Recipes by Dan White