Give Me A Ticket
Monday I had the pleasure of participating in the Santa Margarita Eagles Football Team Golf Tournament. It was held at Arroyo Trabuco Country Club and it was warm, but not as scorching as last year. I tried something new this year and played sober. I did not seem to help.
We had a few questionable scoring calls, but I explained the rules of Catholic Golf where you could cheat and got to confession (or reconciliation as it is now known) and you are absolved of all your questionable strokes. It did not matter as we came in close to last place. It was a four player scramble and the winning team scored a 51. They lied, cheated, and had lustful thoughts and I know they are going to be interrogated by St. Peter someday.
The event concluded with a nice meal and a dinner show that included a small fight between two men with one being segregated from the crowd and the other one wondering through the meeting room with blood running down his face and shirt. Please remember drinking began at noon and it was now six hours later.
Coach Welch whom many of you know took the team to the state finals last year, gave one of his memorable speeches and announced the news that our Senior Quarterback, Johnny Stanton has received a free ride for four years at the University of Nebraska. We are lucky Coach stayed for another year and he will have a lot of last year's players to hopefully chase a repeat. Go Eagle's

The funny moment of the evening for the group that hung with me at dinner happened when I was reminded by Mike Ameel, Realtor Extraordinaire, to use the tickets I bought for the raffles.
Again, I was sober. I got up and looked at all the items and place by tickets in the different buckets. (Yes Dave I tried to win dinner at Hanna's.) I got back to the table and saw Mike and Rob and Mike D, (all readers of the blog) sitting there with their tickets. I asked why they hadn't put their tickets in the buckets. They had, they were holding their half of the tickets. Ok I'll give you a second. Yes I had put both halves into the various buckets.
Needless to say I made a fast getaway before they started pulling the ticket and the whole room discovered my stupid error. BTW, sorry Mike D as I had bought you a bunch of tickets as well so your stubs were in there too.
I got home before 9:00 and spent a little while with Devin and Jack. The sun had sucked the life out of me so I was not in the frame of mind to blog.
Tuesday I did not have such a good excuse. Meetings, documents, e-mails, paperwork etc. Just a plain old busy day. When I got home, Jack and Devin were out by the pool and we ordered some food in from our local Italian place San G's. It was a fairly relaxing evening and I was in bed by 9:30.
Today it was more of the same at work. Paperwork e-mails, and fun stuff like that. My desk looks like a car wreck happened on it. I know where everything is though, except for the thing I am looking for.
Tonight we had a phenom dinner at Hanna's. I have been awaiting the Rubicon wine Dinner for quite a while. Rubicon, now (and once again) Inglenook aka Neibaum aka Neibaum Coppola, aka Allied Vineyards aka United Vineyards aka Inglenook has an amazing history in wine making going back to the 1850s with a guy who made fortune running furs out of Alaska. The 1500 or so acres has been traded many times, but has always had the near perfect soil known as Rutherford Dust and in the hands of great winemasters produces some incredible wines. My favorites are the Rubicon Estate and the Rubicon Cask. Now that Francis Ford Coppola has secured the old name Inglenook, look for even bigger and better things.
The meal was amazing and imagine having pork belly, halibut, and filet all matched with the extraordinary wines of Inglenook. Vincent, our representative from Inglenook did an amazing job of explaining each wine and the history of the vineyard. Dave spent most of the night beaming with pride for realizing he was bring a life memory to most who attended the evening.
I think he was also proud to have his parents there who recently celebrated 61 years of marriage. Also in the crowd was fellow blog reader Lionel and his wife. It was a very special evening indeed.
Cleaning Out The Fridge
I was really hungry one morning about 30+ years ago and looked in our fridge and we had some eggs, some green peppers, onions, and immediately thought omelet. Then I got a little creative and remembered a recipe from Romeo Salta's cookbook, The Pleasure of Italian Cooking. (The cookbook is long out of print and can be found on eBay for about $100.00. It is the popular plates served in his iconic New York restaurant. He is gone, the place is gone, but the recipes live on and on.)

Anyway I remembered an egg dish (remembered because I did not get the book until my dad passed away, but remember reading it when I lived with dad at his house in Lake Forest.) where you took a medley of vegetables sautéed them with more than enough butter and dropped eggs in pockets, sprinkle some cheese across the top and let the pan get happy. I first made this for Devin when we were dating and then made it for her parents. It was a hit and we usually make it a couple of times a year.
Brian's Anti-Omelet
Start out with the veggies. I usually use too much garlic and or shallots, chopped as teeny tiny as you can. I even press the garlic with the side of my knife to get all the juices going. Then take a red pepper, green pepper, gold pepper etc and chop up into a small dice. I also use whatever mushrooms I have laying around (Not the ones from the backyard).
Now if you want to do the true recipe, you need some fresh ripe tomatoes say 4-6 for serving 4 people. Star the top of the tomato with your knife, drop the tomatoes in boiling water for about 2 minutes. Let the tomatoes cool then skin them and seed them. Then chop them up as well. (If you are hung over like I usually am when I do this, a 28 ounce can of chopped tomatoes is almost as good.) You will need salt, pepper, and I use some crushed red pepper to zing things up a touch. I have also used a Serrano pepper chopped up in the veggies, but that does make it a bit warm for most people.
Ok you got all your veggies and say 6 eggs. (Are your eggs OK? A quick way to find out is put one in a glass, fill the glass with water, if the egg floats, take the family out to breakfast. Air in an egg is not a good thing.) Get a big frying pan that hopefully has a lid. Move all the bottles of beer, booze and wine off the counter top so you have room to work. Melt a stick of butter or a half a stick of butter and a couple of table spooks of EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) in a pan. Put in your garlic and or shallots and let them get soft and translucent. Add your onions and pepper and let them get soft. Onions should be almost clear. Add your tomatoes and mushrooms. Season with salt and pepper and crushed red pepper and let that cornucopia of flavor simmer and reduces some of the veggies juices down a little.
Then make little pockets in this mess and drop one egg into each pocket. The pockets should be at least an inch apart so they don't run together. Once the eggs are in, cover a couple of minutes and you should see the whites start to cook. Have some medium or sharp quality shredded cheddar cheese ready (I have used mozzarella with good results). Sprinkle the cheese across the top and cover until the cheese has thoroughly melted. The yolks should be setting up right about the same time as the cheese is melted. If not leave it on the heat, but turn down the flame so you don't scorch your veggies. (I have done that and it does not help a hangover at all.)
Get a big slotted spoon and find the eggs and place one or two (or four if you are really hung over) and serve with your favorite breakfast bread. I like English muffins or crumpets. Mangia mangia. Enjoy.