Ok, so the idea came from a comment made over at http://www.blogmocracy.com by Calo.
Cook Your Meat in a Beer Cooler: The World’s Best (and Cheapest) Sous Vide Hack http://www.blogmocracy.com
It looked easy enough that even I might be able to pull it off… So…. 
So, 2 hours later, the cooler was still at about 125 degree’s F. So out it came and into a frying pan, 30 seconds on each side just to brown.
And I have a absolutely perfectly cooked medium rare steak that is incredibly moist, tender and juicy.
The Wilderness of Mirrors 
Please don’t cook me Chief Chef.
Not to worry Brain, I have never and never shall cook a brain.
Now…. If you would not mind terribly coming over here and sitting in this nice pickle jar. (Hey… I didn’t say that I didn’t pickle brains)…
(waving) Thinking of you OW. First holidays are always hard. Know you are still in my prayers.
BTW, that thing you made looks awful
Thank you CL…
Hi CL,
I told him to cover it with some spray-on cheese but since he is the chief chef he over-ruled me because I’m just an Indian chef.
Oh… and what think looks awful?
Search me! She is probly a vegetarian and doesn’t like to see delicious animal flesh cooked to perfection in a thermodynamics experiment.
That could be it, though, I always assumed she lived entirely on coffee. Which technically would make her a coffeetarian, rather than a vegetarian.
yep that’s me LOL
Smoochies…
Happy Easter Marshmellow Chick munchers. Got any extra spongey yellow chicks for me. I promise to eat all my vegetables as soon as chef SWalker prepares them.
Only Salsa Salad today. Sous Vide Steaks, Mediterranean Styled Pasta and Salsa Salad with what is left of my family. Though I am sure as Dragnet’s Officer Bill Gannon’s wife would say every time Bill invited Sargent Joe Friday over for diner, we can always slice them a little thinner.
How about some cheese pizza and hotdogs and spirit cooking? The NSA told me this is a food blog right?
Sorry, no Spirit Cooking here, perhaps you should try Satan’s Kitchen, its down the hall three doors to the left…. Watch the first step… its one HELL of a doozy.
You call this a food blog? Where’s my free buttered lobster? I need to feed my jacked up rear end.
My most sincere regrets Ms Mooch, but it really does not look like there is any more room in your caboose to pack anything in.
Lolz.
How dare you imply Moochelle can’t pack anything more in there. I can cover up just about anything.
Not a matter of “Covering up”… One more gram, and that caboose is gonna let loose. Nobody wants to be around when that happens.
gladly pay next tuesday
for a water steak
today
I’m doing the sous vide again on Sunday, soonest I could hook you up Fred.
Standing ovation for “The Wilderness of Mirrors”, SWalker, and the horse he rode in on.
Red carpet interview: “I knew him when, you know, and of course the horse he road in on. It’s all very exciting. ”
To chauffeur: “After party at the Wilderness. Have you seen SpongePuppy since the ceremony? I think he has my shoes.”
Yes, I did see him. He scampered off with your shoes in his teeth, bounding with glee at his newfound possession. He has a pile of shoes from female celebrities stashed in his underground bunker.
Oh, my those are some beautiful feet you have. Would you like me to take to home for free or would you rather risk your life riding in one of those Uber headless drone cars and end up in Albuquerque?
Yes, SpongePuppy does have quiet the shoe fettish. But then again, what puppy doesn’t???
I’m so relieved SpongePuppy has my shoes. He’ll take good care of them, and Spark will see that they’re returned eventually.
I appreciate the offer of the ride home very much. I’ve been to Albuquerque, and those headless cars are scary. They’re like accepting a ride with the headless horseman.
We are working very hard to make sure none of our headless driving computer drones grease any old ladies crossing the street carrying their vegetables.
We have top people writing AI software to recognize old ladies and vegetables and have made progress although we had trouble with turnips.
Fyi: Don’t go anywhere near an intersection carrying a turnip. Guccifer hacked our turnip code and demands bitcoins to fix it.
The world revolves around turnips. We must do whatever is required to save the turnips.
At this juncture, as Chief Operating Attorney for the HTOU, I’m duty bound to insist that old men carrying vegetables be given the same consideration as old ladies carrying vegetables. Headless computer drones can be allowed neither exception to, nor exemption from, the rules enumerated in the Headless Transportation Operator’s Union Handbook.
Turnipist….
lol!;)
Got’s to call them as I see them…
*Gasp!* You can’t call me that! I”ll… I’ll sue. I’ll sue you, that’s what I’ll do… just as soon as I’ve had my cocoa and Playdoh, and I’ve finished this page in my coloring book, and I feel strong enough to leave my safe space. You just wait.
Playdoh? I’ll have my Playdoh people call your Playdoh people, perhaps we can work something out that doesn’t require this to go all Silly-Putty on us.
Oh talking in code eh?
let me unscramble that “Turnipist” for you. You are trying to say one of these this aren’t you?
Nit Trip Us
Nit Sip Rut
Nit Stir Up
Nit It Spur
Nit Ti Spur
Tint Rip Us
Tint Sri Up
Tint Sir Up
Pi Stir Nut <<— this one, betcha
Pi Stir Tun
Pi Tis Runt
Pi Tis Turn
Pi Sit Runt
Pi Sit Turn
Pi Its Runt
Pi Its Turn
Pi Tits Urn
Pi Tits Run
Pi It Runts
Rip Tis Nut
Rip Tis Tun
Rip Sit Nut
Try it as a Equation… Where T=&Tau: U=&Mu: R=&ATac: N=/xn2 (I=&iota: x P=&Rho:) Divided by the sqrt(-1)
Headless Transportation Operator’s Union Chief Operating Attorney?
hahahaha
What the HTOU?
lol! That’s hysterical.
And the award for best blog combining unusual kitchen utensils, culinary craftsmanship with modern physics and a dapple of humor is:
SpongePuu… Opps, wrong envelope.
It’s : Wilderness of Mirrors by SWalker and the horse he rode in on.
Sniffle sniffle, and I only had to trample on all of the small bosons to get here… sniffle sniffle…
I tried to hack into this place and steal SWalker’s receipts but I was thwarted, thwarted I tell you.
His receipts are encrypted using quantum mechanics. Where did SWalker learn how to do this I wonder? Probly that black projects gubmint contractor I suppose.
Looks like I’ll just have to hack the CIA instead. SWalker’s receipts are impossible. But you know I did enjoy that SpongePuppy receipt and I signed up for the newsletter.
It pays to have friends in weird places.
WTH? Is that why the thermometer is circular? You cool stuff enough in a cooler and it goes around until its hot? I don’t get it. Then you vibrate the meat molecules and eat them?
Don’t be silly. You only eat the meat double charmed Xi baryons.
You are obviously new here. SWalker has magical kitchen utensils that defy the laws of thermodynamics.
They don’t actually defy the laws of physic’s. They’re just borrowed from an anti-universe where the physical laws of the universe operate the exact opposite as they do here in our universe.
Yes, that is very true. I can personally vouch for this.
The anti-universe now has missing kitchen utensils and they want them back.
Oh no Mr. Mulhaney, we traded fair and square. Its not my fault Windows
Vista sucks just as much in your anti-universe as it does here. You are the one who was so certain that anything that sucked really bad here would work great in your anti-universe.
Please stop fighting with Mr. Mulhaney or I will have to report you to the NSA Food Blog Arbitration Unit in the anti-universe. You know, that’s the place with the missing kitchen utensils in case you forgot.
You silly pencil pushing bureaucrat, they are not missing, everybody in both universes knows exactly where they are. More importantly, I have all of the necessary inter-dimensional export and import permits, signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, queried, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters.
You tell him Mr Dorian. I’m tired of the NSA spying on me up here in Poughkeepsie when I’m trying to cook meat in a cooler. And I can guarantee you the people in Poughkeepsie in the anti-universe feel the same way.
btw: Our whole family enjoyed that SpongePuppy recipe. thanks for sharing.
Im a silly pen pushing bureaucrat. Try to get it right next time pal.
No can do Mr fancy pants silly bureaucrat, as a member of Rock Star United Local 42, I am strictly bound under contract prohibiting me from getting certain things right. On of those things I am prohibited from getting right, is the correct titles of various and scurrilous silly little bureaucrat.