If you like sweet milky drinks, check this out. And I’m not not telling to you to not put some rum in there. Check it out on the Brooklyn Flea site.
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I’m part of a canning club where we send cans of things we make to each other across the country. I’m a terrible participant cause my lazy ass hasn’t sent anything in yet. Butt soon I will. PROMISE.
Tonight I received delish Pear Port & Thyme Conserve in the most ADORABLE fucking jar. Dumb good.
Think I’ll make some more of this eggplant I been sweating. A sauteed, olive oil and garlic and red wine vinegar marinated batch of sumptuousness. You can lube with it.
Am I right?
Meatopia, co-hosted by Josh Ozersky (food writer) and Jimmy Carbone (Taste of Tribeca & Good Beer Month), is essentially 25 chefs gathered on Governors Island in NYC, shlocking their (supposedly) best meat, all on one hot fucking day. Fat ass meat lovers bought tickets permitting 3, 6, or 9 -3oz. tastings of their choice. Or you could buy the “Whole Hog,” a cliche I hate to admit I enjoy, which gets you all the meat you could eat, unlimited water and blow-jobs from the chefs daughters. Hot dog!
I bought a ticket for 6 tastings, thinking I was going to leave partially hungry. Turns out I, or those chefs, don’t know what the hell 3 ounces of meat looks like. I never thought I would say this, but bitch had toooo much meat. Some of it forgettable, much of it average, a couple of them straight up nasty, and just a few that made me want to cry bacon infused tears of joy. The one thing I would have liked was to see more adventurous meats, the most challenging there was mutton and bison. Where was the ostrich, alligator, the endangered long-toothed hare?
I should also mention, a lot of pussies are crying on the webs about waiting in lines (not till late in the afternoon, so duh on you), not eating enough (youre fat), or… well that’s it. Mostly, I feel bad for you sorry sports cause you just paid a pretty penny for a ton of meat on a gorgeous afternoon. All I have to say is you are one privileged mother fucker.
Check out the 14 things I tried, in order of “I Hate You” to “I’ll Love Your Genitals Forever.” PS forgiven the oddly focused pics – new camera:
14. High Plains Bison’s Sliced BBQ Bison Filet Steak with Fresh Kimchee Salsa.
I almost feel bad for what I’m about to say cause I know someone put their heart and vag into this but wowza, couldn’t have been nastier if it had a roaring case of syphilis. Cold bison meat in a pool of tomato water, not an ounce of kimchee around. It should be noted that for better or worse, High Plains Bison was a paid sponsor and therefore this tasting was free.
13. Chipotle’s Niman Ranch Beef Carne Asada Taco.
Only cause it tasted like Chipotles Carne Asada Taco, and if I wanted Chipotle’s Carne Asada Taco, I would have gone to 34th and 7th and not Meatopia BBQ NYC. But, hip hip for Chipotle on getting down with the local thing. Whatever. (also sponsor so free)
12. Patrick Connely / Boho’s Grilled Bacon Sandwich, Pickled Greens, Tomatoes, Nappa Cabbage.
Ok, all the insides were good, but who wants one piece of bacon inside a big ass hotdog bun. Look at that!
11. Franklin Becker / Abe & Arthur’s Country Style Pork Ribs with Tomatillo Salsa
I’m just not a huge white meat kinda person. I’m sure for someone who is, this would be all kinds of bomb.
10. Akhtar Nawab / La Esquina’s Roasted Fudge Farm Pork Shoulder, Marinated with Leche Condensada, Equazote, Ajo, Y Naranjas
This is 10th cause it just wasn’t as sexy is it wants to be.
9. Michael Lomonaco / Porter House New York’s Grilled Skirt Steak Hoagies, Chimichurri & Roasted Corn.
I don’t have much to say about this but how ABUNDATE!
8. Ed Wilson / Wilsons BBQ’s Pulled Pork Shoulder, Slaw and Pickles.
Totally standard, but made my girl J drop her pants, so I think it won hearts.
7. Craig Koketsu / The Hurricane Club’s Honey-glazed Baby Back Ribs with Thai Basil & Mint.
I mean, look at it.
6. Eric Johnson / Mr Bobo’s Traveling BBQ Allstars!’s Pecan Smoked Short Rib over Asian Slaw & Bourbon Infused Mashed Sweet Potato.
Also, very nice to look at, I do enjoy that name!
5. Amanda Freitag / The Harrison’s Char Grilled English Lamb Chops
Look at the size! Is that really a tasting? That’s a lamb tasting up the ying yang, is what that is.
4. Daniel Holzma & Michael Chernow / The Meatball Shop’s Wood Grilled Bell and Evan’s Chicken, Mini Meatball Salad with White Beans and Watercress
They’re here cause they gave some greenery, which was much appreciated at this point.
3. Chris Hart / I-Que BBQ’s Competition Style Pork Shoulder.
You betchyer bottom dollar that’s made for a competition. Leapin lizards!.
2. Jonathan Waxman / Barbuto’s Grilled Marinated Chicken with Pickled Green Papaya.
The only reason why this is 2nd and not 3rd is because its chicken and therefore started at a disadvantage. Boy that Waxman sure makes a tender bird. And he’s a sweetheart to boot!
AND THE WEINER IS…
1. Sam Barbieri / Waterfront Ale House / Fugeddaboutit BBQ’s House Cured and Smoked Brisket Pastrami, Stout Mustard, Pretzel Roll.
Melty-in-the-Mouthy, wanna-thank-your-motha-for-a-butt-like-that, get-in-my-face amazeballs.
YUM.
You might remember this guest-poster from his pulled pork tacos that he so lovingly shared with yall. Mother humper is back with my new favorite drank, The Michelada. For the last 7 months, K been bull shitting bout getting me this post, and I’ve been salivating at the thought of the spicy, beery, tomatoey concocktion (!) the whole time. Now that I have the true recipe, finsta coerce B into making me one right now…
One of my favorite drinks of all time, and super high up in my rotation, is the Michelada. (Mee-Chay-Lah-Thah). This is a mexican drink that shares some traits with the Bloody Mary, but rather than vodka, beers is used, along with lime, and other ingredients. The popularity of this drink is spreading like tazy, with many latin restaurants now serving their own versions. In Fact, even the big boy beer companies have caught on, marketing “chelada” beers that come with lime juice already mixed in. This half-hearted attempt to cash in, and total bastardization of the original, is the kind of thing that makes me wanna go to the corner store, buy a Miller “Chill”, puke on it, then shoot it with a gun.
But here’s the meat of the story. Micheladas have been around since the 40’s and are a totally regional thing. It can be made very differently, depending on what area of Mexico, or the southwest US you grew up in. Below is the classic, most popular way to take it, with people reserving the option to have it with, or without, tomato juice. I like it with. Always With.
WHAT GOES IN:
Beer – Preferably Mexican beer like Corona, Dos XX, or Tecate work best.
Ice
Worcestershire sauce
Magi sauce
Hot sauce
Black pepper
Half lime
2 shots of tomato juice (or Clamato)
Kosher salt for the rim
WHAT YOU DO WITH IT:
Start with a pint glass, or something of similar size and weight. Rim the glass with lime and kosher salt (like a margarita). Then fill up the glass 2/3 with ice. Next squeeze in half of a lime, then add 5 dashes worcestershire, 5 dashes hot sauce, and 3 dashes Magi. Magi is not the most common thing in the supermarket, but it’s also not UNcommon. It’s basically a liquid salt agent, which although from Japan, is used a lot in Mexico (it will be in the taco-shell aisle). If Magi is unavailable, you can squeak by with soy sauce. Next add your 2 shots of tomato juice, and fresh black pepper. Finally, pour in your beer to the top, and give a light stir. The whole beer wont fit in the glass, which is great, because as you drink it down, you just keep adding. These are the typical ingredients, but the amounts are totally alterable according to your taste. So if you wanna kill last night’s hangover good, feel free to blast it with as much hot sauce as you like.
So there you have it.
love,
me
Thanks K! Look what I made!
What do you get when you snack with Pee-Wee, while shoving whole eggs in Beyonce’s mouth, while doing ballerina dancing and masturbating while crying at the same time? Food Party.
Had the pleasure of going to the launch party at Santos Party House (no, I did not bring my acid with me) for my new favorite thing in the whole world, yes Food Party, and also to celebrate Dinner With The Band. Both shlitz are new shows on IFC. Everybody doing the food thang. It’s a good thing.
Check these trailers for Food Party, and below that, the pork sammie, mac and cheese, and whiskey sour they were serving:
Thanks to my girl at Sheenah Beaston for taking my pictures cause Im an asshole for not having my camera.
B and I do a supper club now. I think it has a name and some sort of concept behind it. I pretty much just kinda go. I like it. The first one was hosted by this chick who is a professional cook so she pretty much did it up. The most memorable shit on the menu was the desert, which coming from this sugar-hater slash spicy-lover is saying a lot. Usually I skip that for another round of the beef, pork, lamb, liquor, beer, martino, whathaveyou. Anywhosal, I recreated the shit on Valentines Day for my boo, trying to score some ass. It worked. It’ll work for you too. Here ya go.
Vanilla Ice Cream with Grapfruit
Two rules:
Don’t be cheap. Get the good, organic vanilla ice cream shit.
Don’t be lazy. Section that grapefruit by skinning it, and then cutting out individual sections in between the pithy white parts.
Nums. Tis like a growed up creamcicle.


















































