tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68303545101637872542012-01-17T01:21:41.591-05:00<i>the act of feeding your belly by way of the awesome fury of my cooking</i>kitchengeekinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17914333479360606000noreply@blogger.comBlogger4141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6830354510163787254.post-18056048936283168792012-01-15T13:00:00.000-05:002012-01-15T13:00:40.148-05:00

Today will be a recipe. Which doesn't happen very much anymore. But this was tasty...very tasty. And a riff on something I do regularly. So don't just pay attention to the recipe, pay attention to the meta. Take some things, do this to them, add that to them, cook them this way, present them that way... To begin with, my desire to get up early was thwarted. You know, have breakfast and then do

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In addition to the haul at the grocery store which I paid for, there were two free conversations about food that stuck out in my mind... I was foiled in my quest for posole. Because my local Whole Foods...yeah, that place...did not have hominy. The crunchiest store in the chain world with multiple options for MUNG BEANS did not have hominy. Not even one column of small cans of one brand. So

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So I went to Miami (stayed in Sunny Isle Beach and the game was actually in Miami Gardens, but y'all don't care about that) for the Orange Bowl. And while I really was there for the game first and the food second this time...I also eat. And I don't eat like normal folk... First stop was a typical Kitchen Geek Random Find. My room wouldn't be ready for about 2 hours and it was lunch time.

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You know what'll get me writing again? Anger. And snark. And a lazy Sunday morning when I woke up, walked into my kitchen, cooked breakfast by actually getting something dirty (and then cleaning it), and then sat down and saw another infomercial promising sparkling counters, lower energy costs, and gormet meals without thought or time. Snark wins again. After not even a full relaxing weekend of

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The lesson, btw, is just jump. Just cleaned the last dishes of the year. Saute pan, sauce pan, and pasta pot. One large plate. One juice glass. One small plate. One fork and one knife. One slotted spoon and one wooden spoon/spatula. It was wild mushroom and lamb ragu over some wild mushroom ravioli from Trinacria. Trinacria did their job. Flawlessly. Something was amiss with the ragu. I think

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By 7:34am I had already set off the smoke alarm in the kitchen by making bacon for the Bacon, Cheddar, Jalapeno Cornbread. I left the seeds/ribs in one of the jalapenos too so there will be more alarms later!!! It's not a resolution, but I think starting very soon it is my intention to get back to telling you stories. I've had quite a few that I've taken notes on. I just don't always find the

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OMG. Hot Turkey w/ Stuffing and Cranberry Sauce on a hoagie roll. God I love Wawa sandwiches, Sheetz Schmuffins, and Royal Farms fried chicken. As an evil-genius kinda thing. You know. Guilty Pleasures.

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Another DRAFT post that never had "Publish" hit. Circa 2008-9. Maybe it got incorporated into a larger thread. I don't think so...and I'm too lazy to go back and look. Karl and I have added Bogota and Cartagena, Colombia to our list of trips in addition to criss-crossing the DC Metro Area in search of full bellies. But this was a good night too... Karl and I are partners in food. It started

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How did I not hit publish on this? Wow. From a work trip in 2009. Love these guys and hope they're still doing well.

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There are some questions even I don't expect to ask in the morning. This was one of those mornings and one of those questions... Why is my toast wrapped in a cloth napkin? Why is it on a small plate sitting on top of the metal serving dome that covered my plate of egg white omelet with shitake, tomato, and spinach served w/ poached pear? Hey, McFly? It's so the toast doesn't steam and get

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Writing hasn't come easily for a while. You've seen that. But I'm still enjoying good food on a regular basis. For the past several weeks, it's been the new fall menu at Harry Browne's (and before that it's been their other seasonal menus since Chef Darren Poole took over). I live around the corner. I work next door. It could just be default. But it's not. Darren's creativity has turned this

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Just after the elephant rides and the tiger petting....we caught our breath, stopped sweating profusely from fear of large jungle cats, and asked Seree to take us to his favorite noodle shop in Chiang Mai. It was a large spread out affair with sturdy tables, mixed chairs, steamy soup, and a HUGE crowd of people. We were obviously the only non-Thai in the place but the sounds of slurping and

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If you all thought no posts meant no food, less food, less interesting food, or less interest in food... ...BOY WERE YOU WRONG. It's good to have a block of small business owners who form a community w/ the people who live, work, and shop there. In my case, it's because my pal Scott owns a custom suit store and was heading to Bangkok to scope out new vendors. And also because he was crazy enough

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I'm chilling a bottle of Bedell Cellars 2009 First Crush White as we speak. I may enjoy a glass of that as I sit on the back deck of the vacation rental and watch Bug Lighthouse twinkle off in Orient Harbor. Or I may drive out to Orient point and see where this Long Island ends. That is of course all after I walk slavishly late; meandered through a delicious soup and sandwhich at Bruce's Cheese

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I'm still alive, still eating, and (for those that care) still interested in this here project of mine. I need to write more, and I have stories to tell. For now, I'll have to catch you up on what's in my head that will (hopefully) soon be on this page... I love Hoss. One of the best possible human beings on the planet. What that cat went through w/ his son is unconscienable. So I have new cause

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I come back to you in the new year with snark. We'll deal with the lack of posting later. Or maybe we won't. It's a blog for you. But it's a blog BY me, and I haven't had much time...plus there are internetty trends to which I subscribe that much of my work here is better suited to 140-character bits. Follow that here. Digression. Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives goes places. Some are amazing.

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I was supposed to go make sausage with a co-worker today. Didn't work out. Lamb Shank happened instead. Follow along. Questions at the end. Temp on the stovetop is medium. Herb you didn't see a label for was thyme. Time between each veg shot before the shanks went back in was about 4 minutes. Chicken stock, people. Chicken stock. Halfway up the shanks in the pan. Bring it to a

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Needed help moving a few things around. Carl needed a spot to watch the games. I had a gajillion pounds of veg and fresh food in the fridge after my mammoth shopping extravaganza. I was anticipating the slow down at the office and potential to actually cook my own food. It sorta worked... Mise en place. That's French for "put it in a friggin' pan with eggs and Gruyere," right? Some asparagus (

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I was in town for a long-weekend visit and had a tasty dinner to tell you about. That Fayetteville place opened its Charly-West locale a couple weeks ago. Downtown. Good thing. Charleston's a big enough town for two high-end pizza joints, and it'll give folks who don't live in South Hills and get off work at the crack of 3pm a chance to get a table and a pie! I've been to the Eastern Outpost

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Let me start at the almost ending. You are a lucky person, I believe, if your feet are propped up on a centuries-old city wall with a cannon to your right, a rum punch in your hand, and the sun setting on the Caribbean on Thanksgiving night.  I am a lucky person.  Karl asked where this one ranked on the all-time international  sunsets with cocktails and friends. I'd have to rank it number one in

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If you don't get why this is a funny embed...wither go see "80s, decade of bad movies" on whatever wiki floats your boat or get you to a Netflix queue right quick. When we left Bogota we were heading to Cartagena. And it was slightly more comical than a Kathleen Turner bus ride. We headed to the coast by way of Barranquilla because it was cheaper to do it that way than fly directly into

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A day trip out of Bogota started with Karl and I heading over to the Empanadita stand across Carrera 7 from the Hotel. Juan Valdez pastries would not suffice for our needs. But dos empanaditas Bogotano y tres empanaditas queso would. And that's what happened. This is where you learn an important distinction between Karl and I. He loved the sweet queso empanadita with a slight dusting of sugar on

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 The perfect crispy empanada shell. Corn meal. Thin. A crunch. Guts of an empanada. Carne e arroz. A brilliant breakfast. The vendor had a fresh salsa in a tub for patrons to spoon over. There were also squeeze bottles of ketchup or mustard cut with mayonnaise. Drinks came with your order; that is, there were 2 liters with stacks of small cups over the lids for anyone to grab if they'd purchased

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Simple concept. I show and tell. You enjoy.  Casa Viejo near the Museo de Oro  First two items ended up on our plates. None survived.  We rocked five juices at our table of four (that thanks to our inability to fully comprehend the language). Here's Karl's strawberry juice. There was also Mango, Passion Fruit (tart and intense), Soursop (we have NO idea), and Guanabana. Hello arepas. How are

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There's a room in the Gold Museum (more about that in the Day 3 Round Up later tonight or tomorrow) that only about 20 people are allowed in at a time. A circular door slides open, the group inside exits, you enter, and all the light gets shut off. Chanting is piped in through speakers in the pitch black. There is a glass circle in the floor in the center of the room and circular walls with '

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The second part of the title is easy. DrChillyD had flown from LA to Dulles, gone to KarlJohn's place for two hours, taken cab to National, and flown to Miami and then Bogota. She was tired. The kind of 'I was on three planes over four time zones and two continents today and didn't sleep on any of them' tired. Quick cab ride from the Hotel to Zona T and the hustle and bustle. It's two streets in

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So we got here. And it wasn't too tough. It's been a long time for me. Four years ago I took a trip to Paris. I wandered around my old haunts, had a pint of Beamish Red at Bugsy's, caught up with Paul and some of his friends for a late night dinner, and strolled around the town without a care in the world. Work, travel in the US, relative levels of employment, and the rush of life got in the way

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That's right. We eschewed the direct flight in order to have a day in Miami. Well, and evening in Miami. Really, just a meal in Miami. We're on our way to Bogota. The Quiet One and I started a day early. Pesky Dr. ChillyD and her conference in LA. We pulled in to the hotel and intended to immediately get a cab to South Beach. I was almost distracted by El Sabor and their latin diner offerings

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I'm heading to Colombia tomorrow. You will  be dazzled. Not as dazzled as by Claudia...but good. Colombia. With a stop off in Miami. Street food and markets and a week of dreams. Pictures that will barely contain the thousand words within. Thanks to the family for being happy to let me make good memories this Thanksgiving I will share with them for all the years to come. Thanks to my buddies

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I love it that friends take pictures of their awesome food too. Like Mark, who is creative and has a fun streak. I'm just a bit miffed I wasnt' closer to these than a picture a few days later. And no...I can't explain the Oregon State connection here... Best part is...he said they were so stuffed that it looked like they were having some gastro-intestinal discomfort when he pulled them out of

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Hey Masa 14? 'member when I was critical of your meat dishes when I praised your seafood and wondered if it was more hype and less food? Yeah, I was wrong. You rocked the food right on visit number two. You were creative and tasty. But... First I'm going to tell you all the good things about our meal. Because there were very many of them. And four foodies who spend a lot of time figuring out

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It was the sunset painting the edge of a front as it crossed the ridgeline of the western Shenandoah Valley. At arm's length it was two finger's width of blue sky between the on-again, off-again drizzle & cloud and the darkening line on the right horizon where earth and heaven dance. The work day was done and week was through. It was the last rays piercing through between the cloud line and the

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A simple recipe to get me back in the swing of this writing exercise I use as food catharis. And a part of my renewed 'cooking good food for yourself is more healthful' meme. I know it's been a long time. I've been eating. There are actually quite a few things I have to write about that are meta, larger-picture food pieces on place and places, on growing and providing. For now, I cooked lunch at

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This is what National Pancake Day looked like in my house! Mine came with over easy eggs and Jahrlsberg cheese cooked into them!!! And of course there's random conflict. This is not IHOP's (which was in February), but the actual National one...According to some folks.

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That about sums it up folks. From NPR: The Healthy and Hunger-Free Kids Act, as the Senate bill is known, is also unpopular with people who think adding about 6 cents per lunch is not nearly enough to update an outmoded program — people like real food pioneer Alice Waters, who thinks the number should be more like $5 more per lunch. (It's about $3 per lunch now, with most of the cost going to

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It is a College Football Saturday. My team doesn't play until 9:30pm. I can cook and watch all the other cames all day. What could possibly be better? There is a sourdough/whole wheat loaf in my bread drawer and 1) split pea/ham; 2)bacon/squash; and 3) sausage/potato/greens soups in my fridge. The bread is Waverly goodness. The last soup is Woolsey Farms/M&M Meats and Homestead Farms CSA

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Metaphor simplicity. I haven't cooked in a long while. Grabbed some of my CSA potatoes to go in the pot with hot pork sausage, garlic, onions, chard, and hot cherry peppers. Ummm, yeah it's good. Had to wash the potatoes so I pulled them out of the bag a couple at a time to wash and then set them on the cutting board. Moment of clarity. In mid-thought. Literally as I was scrubbing a potato

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Hiding in plain site. That's Spelunker's. The classic fast-food style building has frozen custard. The homey stands nearby that say "Kustard?" Well according to some in town they just serve fro-yo, not real frozen custard (higher egg content for serious richness) like Spelunker's. But Spelunker's? Real custard. Chocolate, vanilla, and a flavor of the day. Peach and jimmies on the Saturday we

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Thanks Tim.

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I think there are enough pictures to share this story with few words. But I'll tell you something right up front. If you live near DC (and remember, I'm 30 miles east), head 70 miles west and go to Front Royal, Virginia for this food. Go for Skyline Drive; go for the Shenandoah River and tubing or canoeing; go to Spelunker's and get a dog and a custard. But go on a weekend so you can have dinner

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Thanks for this article Annapolis Capitol. And he can tell you why he thinks his tomatoes taste better than any a consumer could buy at a big chain grocery store. Some mass producers will pick the fruits while green, then expose them to ethylene gas, he said, so that the skin will turn a bright red color. "By the time the inside of the tomato catches up to ripen, the outside's gone rotten,"

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Here's what happens when I drive through a town while trying to avoid interstate traffic on my way back home from the farm. I see Front Royal. And then I see it's on the Shenandoah River. And then I see custard stands. And then I read about a chef couple who met when they worked at the Inn at Little Washington. And then my sister calls to see if I'll be in town next weekend and instead I invite

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Yeah, took some great shots of dinner last night. Best one may have been of the butter. Perfect moment. Our fantastic waitress sets down the two bread baskets and the two split trays of oil and balsamic and oil with rosemary. Olive bread and focaccia. Broder-in-law hears the server say "and will you need anything else" and immediately looks up with a twinkle in his eye and blurts out slowly "

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Karl and I found tacos. Are you surprised? Mexico Lindo in Front Royal, VA for a pit stop before tubing. Chorizo, Bistek, and Pollo Azado. Good gracious! I saw the chef slice the avacado three seconds before it went on the tacos. Homemade salsa rojo was HAWT! All was delicious. All is gone. On to the river for tubing.

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So I never did write up the last extravaganza with @karljohn and @shaunica. And since I'm at Pound with Karl while he transacts Bid-ness before we hit the road to discover the Frozen Kustard stands of Front Royal, VA. (Yes. You read that correctly. I am taking a road trip to eat frozen kustard in Front Royal, VA. There's a reason. I left I-81 last weekend to avoid traffic and just staid on the

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Season's Greetings Geek-sters!!! That's right, just through this (cellar) door at the farm house is where the big bucket of 'maters is kept overnight. Why? Well you can't leave that many 2-pound Mortgage Lifters in the kitchen or you'll have so many fruit flies the Yankee's would complain. And we can't have that happening, now can we (heh, heh...heh, heh)? And you can't leave them on the

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I have never less wanted to be a health inspector. Ever. Story HERE.

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You follow the porches at the farm house, meandering through the day and switching porches as the sun moves across the sky. You're looking for the shady ones. Start in the morning on the front porch. That's where you want to do your bean stringing. Watch as the sun breaks through the fog about an hour after it has cleared the tree tops across the highway (two lane, double-yellow lines, country

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Summer everywhere. Lazy Sunday brunch with friends at the pub. Home to read and write (and clean...a little). Then on to dinner prep. A bag of fresh black eyed peas, about 2 cups of chopped fresh okra, yellow pear tomatoes and impossibly candy-sweet orange cherry tomatoes. Simple prep. Chop onion and garlic, saute. Add halved tomatoes. Sweat. Add chopped okra. Sweat. Add black eyed peas and

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The funny thing about reading so much food-webs is that you eventually come across something like this. And realize..."which is a spinoff of the original in Florence, Italy" means it's a spinoff of that restaurant YOU went too. When you were 16 years old. And you sat in the cave room with the rest of your 14-person bike trip that had left its bikes in Innerlaken to take the train to Venice,

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Who knew Spike.TV did food too? Lemongrass Chicken Bahn Mi | Viral/Other | SPIKE.com Thanks to Erin and the SeriousEats peeps for pointing this out to me. Now Karl and I will have to meet these people as we research opening our food truck...Persian Geeking. No, we're not really opening a food truck...yet. And no, that probably wouldn't be it's name. Talking about Persia might make people

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Cross-posted from 97-meals-per-hour. So the Quiet One, Ms. Vertical, Shack-Fu (real nickname TBD) and I pulled what's becoming a Satruday regular. Market early (I was all the way up 97 and in Bal'mer by 7:15am and at Waverly by 7:30), coffee and breakfast while waiting for others to wake up, then a random driving tour, lunch, and a return trip to Annapolis. This time we headed out Falls Road and

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I looked like I'd been in the fields this morning when I got done. Dirty, sweaty, smiling at all the good produce. Of course, I hadn't been in the fields today. Just at Waverly with The Quiet One and Ms. Vertical. But still, it was hot. Hot like Faulkner where the South envelops you and the air is thick or Bradbury where it's a Martian dawn and there is no air to blunt the sun's rays. And I

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You will approve of this custardy, soft-batter-y, fruity, goodness. Or you're weird. This was the chosen dessert because there were peaches, and blueberries, and I don't trust myself to keep it Mexican and make a flan. I'll have to get over that, because I truly love flan and am becoming quite a stickler for being able to make all my favorite foods myself without much reference to a book or

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Old houses need love. The love of an owner who restores, plants gardens, sits on new porches, and remembers or tries to remember where walls and gates used to be in bygone years. The love of a partner who sees birds and gardens and new views that the family hadn't seen in front of their faces through all the years they'd come. It needs the love of children whose laughter can peel away the years

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Big cookin' day at the farm. People from all over the county comin' over for supper. Mom enjoying playing sous geek. Some from the garden out back. Some trucked in from the market in the City, some from the local stores. All made with love in the kitchen at the farm house. Slowly. Some prep last night, some chopping after breakfast today. Here's the menu - Citrus & Garlic Braised Pork Shoulder

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Not what you thought it was going to be from the title, is it? It's Smooth Ambler gin. And it's from Lewisburg, WV. This stuff is floral. Seriously. Seems mom prefers more Juniper berry and less flower. I'm just fine with this, on the rocks, with a lime. No tonic required. Seems the gents at Smooth Ambler have a vodka too, and there's talk in the area that they're getting ready to put out a

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We finished the first pot of coffee and the house guests began to stir. That was likely because mom decided it was time to start frying bacon. A good decision, and one I supported. There were blueberry muffins that had thawed overnight, not mom's favorite work as they were Splenda and as such slightly gummy, but I snarfed mine down. A half loaf of her wheat bread, soft and thick before hitting

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Every direction. Whichever porch you've chosen for the evening. You'll see the fog roll in from the mountains. On rainy days like yesterday the fog starts out as tendrils of steam rising from behind a line off beyond the low pastures. Like a stalagmite rising from a cave floor. Wisping and twisting up to touch the clouds above. Then another will start to move, and another. And then there are

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I drove on our mother-road to get back to WV for a visit this weekend. And I had pizza...pizza of the gods. Lola's. Gourmet. Delicious local goods. Patio out back for a gorgeous summer days like yesterday. There will be a line in the summer, and you will have to wait. Mentally prepare. Stand out front with other salivating pizza-wanters. Have a glass of their quality sangria, wine, or a tasty

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It was a lazy-man's Saturday and I was not about to let it slip away without some lazy-man's time with a cast-iron skillet. Nothing so simple as a sandwich. Bread, meat, cheese, some veg. A bit of time with the skillet, and a happy eater. And this time of year, I haven't set foot in a grocery store in about a month and a half. Not because I'm that busy, but because almost all of my food is coming

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First let me jump ahead and give you a pet peeve of mine and The Quiet One's. If you advertise your festival to start at 11am...have the thing up and running at...get ready for it...11am. Seriously. Drove up to Greektown after Waverly and breakfast to check out some dolmades, oktopodi, and souvlaki. We were ready. Hittin' it early so the heat wasn't too oppressive. Instead, we got to walk around

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I am now not only a blogger. And not only a food blogger. But a pretentious food blogger with a new technological toy I will tell you makes my content better than yours. I am the epitome of what the blogger should be. Free to sip my latte in a cafe and look down my Cupertino nose at you. And I probably will. Because we all know that it's the 'puter (like the shoes) that makes the blogger (

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First, we have a review of a book about steak and travelling to eat it in seven different countries known for beef. I will preface the Cookbook review and food news hilarity to come with this passage: After Schatzker meets Bill O’Brien, who keeps 50,000 cows in Texas and champions the use of corn-based feed, he spends the rest of “Steak” railing against such a diet. Among other reasons, it doesn’

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Prove it? Okay... Cast iron skillet. Skirt steak. 4-5 minutes a side on medium high in a lightly oiled pan (you salted and peppered both sides of the steak, right?). Half a white onion, 5-6 creminis, both sliced (thin for the onions so they carmelize and 'melt' relatively quickly, thick for the mushrooms so they have a bite to them). Throw in the skillet after you pull the steak out to rest (

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Please enjoy this prelude...taken from the 1988 Fine Young Cannibals album "The Raw and the Cooked." Waverly was good to me today. Good like I needed it to be! Long week ahead and having food at home will get me back there more often after back and forth drives on Tuesday and Wednesday. At least I get to stop and pick up this week's CSA on Tuesday when I roll back in to town. But that's

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You don't need a whole lot more explanation than that. And if you don't have 2:28 to spare...here... Beginning: End: Go get some.

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Two bits from the interwebs this morning. A post about grits later. That's right, you want some of that. First, CNN actually had an interesting story on its front page this past week. "Food 101: Seeking Clues in the Kitchen" takes a look at people in their 20s and 30s who really just can't cook, some folks who are doing a crash-course in remedial cooking, and a few videos on the courses and

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"Every time you have a big party, all that remains are the wine stains. And sometimes it's beautiful." ~ Daniel Boulud. The laughter too. The laughter remains. I hope that part doesn't ever fade. For two Saturdays my house rang with laughter. The hearty kind that comes from friendship and wine, story-telling and comfort, lives led in pursuit of more than just happiness and good food. I should

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And more teaser posts. I'll have three or four more NYC posts, and CRW trip to write, AND the dinner party last night. Speaking of dinner parties last night...it's strawberry season...and the first locals are in from Preston on the Eastern Shore. That's toasted rosemary ciabatta, macerated strawberries (LOCAL FROM THE SHORE 'HON!!!), whipped cream (yes, we MADE our own in the Geek Household),

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NYC Pt. 1 - The Dessert Wasn't that post title a song from 1994? Something about eating quiche in a phone booth? Eh, whateva... There may be better places to start. There may be better Lego videos. I am currently unaware of either possibility. Because when your family is recast mid-twenties and you have the steps and the in-laws and you seem to get along swimmingly at the holiday functions

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Been a while, huh? Well there are stories. Two trips worth in fact. So you'll get caught up soon. I just need to organize it all in my head. I'm gettin' there. Meantime...realize that all of these pictures are related somehow.  You want to know...and you will. And this part will be the kinda funny part of the story, 'cause it was raining, and we weren't inside. This part will be the longest

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With quite a salad to boot. I got all shoppy on myself Sunday contemplating the ability to actually go home and cook myself a meal several times this week. Ploy actually worked! And I spent more on veg than anything else (produce was a geek-ily calculated 53.2% of the total grocery bill!). See the making of the salad here. Oh, yeah, and some stills... That's some red cabbage, carrots, and a

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I'll have Thai Green Curry to pair with pan-roast halibut one night and shrimp and eggplant another night this coming week. The mad times at work ends and I have pre-emptively shopped for the season when I get to cook regularly again. Until then, a few snippets from the interwebs to keep your eyes working: My good pal Boomer wrote a great piece in the local rag on a new cookbook featuring

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When I first knew I was going to Pocahantski's for brunch today, I had a very different post in mind. I thought I would be writing in a very different voice than what came out as I sat to remember and put to words what I saw, smelled, tasted, heard, and felt today. In the end I walked back into my apartment with leftovers. It happens. And that is what tipped the scales for me in how I would have

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Sometimes the man just gets it right. He puts letters together to make words; words together to make sentences; sentences together in a way that makes laughter. That is the way of the Pops. This time it was something to the effect of 'I just had dinner at Sotto Sopra. New menu. You should take the Restaurant Babes.' The "Restaurant Babes" part is a quote. The laughter was real. I was still on

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You've heard me write about properly cooking your eggs before. But today, I bring you a time when it is okay to cook eggs until they set. Red potatoes, garlic, and yellow onion sputtered and crisped in cast iron while I whisked eggs together and pulled Parmesan out of the fridge. The oven was brought up to temperature at 350-degrees in anticipation of helping eggs set just so and then moving to

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Pops and I are famous for grilling (in our own minds). That whole post-grad school living in the mother-in-law's basement apartment at Pop's because, well, there was no mother-in-law and it was cheaper than getting my own place when I finally stopped the education gravy-train and got a real job. We were the Bachelor-Kings of Whitehall Creek. The world was our oyster. Only I didn't like oysters

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Since moving back to this quaint little water town I've headed up to Pop's house most Sundays for a family supper. You know me and family, so you're not surprised that I look forward to Sundays more than almost anything else. And the chef Dad was lucky enough to get himself hitched to is literally a French pastry chef (3 months at the Escoffier at the Ritz in Paris will get that for you) and

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Or, "What happens with KarlJohn and I decide we haven't seen each other in too long and drag our friends along to multiple dive restaurants and cafes." You get the first Kitchen Geeking/97-MealsPerHour crosspost here. I can't put this on one and not the other. Too many cuisines, too much fun. Can't just be a personal thing, and the MsAdventures were close in my thoughts all day long. But yes

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One might think this should be on the other blog. It's a restaurant after all. But as I was finishing off my dessert last night (at the bar, that's how I roll, and yes I got dessert which is rare, but it was Friday and payday and damnit the lemon cheesecake sounded good) I realized that Harry Browne's might end up as part of a 97-MealsPerHour post at some point (The Quiet One and I are regulars

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And it ends like this...That's right folks, with a Bacon & Sprout Hash for lunch today.

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Life is good when you send out a Facebook update at 5pm telling the world you have kielbasa and wine and inviting folks to come watch the game...and they come and watch the game. Life is stunning when you had homemade Lithuanian kielbasa dropped off at your favorite pub by a friend who just really wanted you to try it. Life is beyond explanation when other friends text and say "Word is you're

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No, I did not fall of the face of the earth after getting the tzatziki done yesterday. But I did become friends with my couch after eating supper and really didn't move for about 7 hours. I mean, I got up to get more Tang and I moved my thumb occasionally to change the channel. But no real movement. I had to get this posted today, though, as I have Lebanese peeps from WV to impress. And impress

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You can find all sorts of recipes and definitions for tzatziki. The basics are pretty much a yogurt-based sauce popular from the Middle East to old Persia. Cuts heat on some dishes; adds smooth, creamy texture to others. In India, you'd call it raita. Same concept. I have some sitting in my fridge right now that's a bright, smooth, creamy, and spicy blend. I'll be making lamb kibbeh later (thaw

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Ahhhhh, blizzards. And the good fortune to head to the store the day before with the intention of buying half n' half. As you know, all I really need to survive the storm is half n' half for my coffee. And I had coffee. And a bottle of Woodford (mmmmmm). And a couple bottles of wine. And dry pasta and canned tomatoes. I was set. I didn't need a thing. Except half n' half for my coffee. And I'd be

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I just bought two pounds of ground lamb...and there will be pine nuts, cumin, mint, cariander, clove, and greek yoghurt in my future and yours. Also peep on the gorgeous beef short ribs in my freezer (or at least envision them). They'll swim with the carrots/onion/creminis/and cabernets soon enough. WV-ground yellow cornmeal in the cabinet you say? Polenta I retort! There is a hamsteak that

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Here is my though about food this morning. And it's not mine. Ruhlman wrote it. Carol Blymire said this part: Americans are being taught we’re too stupid to cook and it’s simply not true. Get up on it people. Go to the store this weekend. Buy food. Food that requires YOU to do something to it. Go into your kitchen. Use the stove. Good on you Mr. Ruhlman. In practically every single cookbook

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When you have a family dinner on Christmas Eve, and you're me...you invite your friends over during the afternoon to have wine, cheese, charcuterie, and dips. And if you're not me and don't do that now...start. It's a blast. Me mate Carl, Tina who doesn't have a burger named after her, and Smiling Wendy-Doll came over right when Seester and Broder-in-Law arrived with nephew Gus (the 95-pound

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I have made a Radiccio/Endive salad in the past and paired it with an orange vinaigrette. It's tasty. Bitter and sweet salad. Sweet and tangy dressing. Couldn't do it this time. Why you ask? Let's take a trip in the not-so-wayback machine. Fast forward to the recent past. WholePaycheck, December 23. 4:30pm. That's right, I braved it. And found everything I needed except -- parsley and whole

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This post is brought to you by the letter "*W*T"...as in WORK travel. And the letter "P"...as in pre-holiday. And the letter "F-T"...as in FRIGGIN'-TIRED. But mostly...dear reader...it is brought to you by the letter "PJ"...which is SADLY for Papa John's...which is the dinner to which I have succumbed tonight. Better soon...and even recently, when I ate a bacon-wrapped tenderloin, and

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Not Tres Leches – Tres Lunches, Orlando Style You’re not going to be surprised by this one at all. There are a few new twists, as there always are when I travel and rent a car; but essentially the song remains the same. It’s a three-review combo, because I can, and because these three joints were related very closely and worlds apart. Nutshell: Fly in to city. Rent car. Find friends at

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Juxtaposition. Contra. Obverse. That was what I came up with when I started thinking about my Thanksgiving post this year. Last year was such an exhalation for me. Such a nostalgic panorama. Winterberry and Milkweed. Creekbeds and hollows. Turkey and stuffing. This year was the city house. An urban Thanksgiving where you travel, and then eat, and then relax, and then travel again. Same crew.

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Not a typo. Really. "Delly." Annapolis institution. Tight spaces, narrow aisles, small tables. GOOD FOOD. It's the Main Street Deli that a town south of Mason-Dixon isn't supposed to have. Grits and good corned beef on the same menu. And we love it. There's Web 2.0, and then there's Chick n' Ruth's. With their locals page full of photos of people at the shop, at a charity tournament the delly

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You'll have write-ups of this, this, and a taqueria I can't even find using the Google (but it was just North of this on the OBT, before you get to I-4). You'll also have the 2009 version of this, which will be located in the city house of the Mom. It will be attended by the same crew as last year. We will cook, and eat, and reminisce. I am making curried pea dip and a corn bread. Mom is making

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I think pictures only will do to give you a fair sense of my time at last weekend's Greek Festival in Baltimore with Suzu and AS. Let me start by telling you that yes, one of those signs in the background does offer chicken fingers. And there were people ordering them. I say shame on you...shame, shame on you. At least their poor choices meant the folks cooking up the food would definitely have

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I can tell you all about the Bacon-Wrapped Medjool Dates and the Veal Cheek Agnolotti. I can do this because, well, you're not surprised I ordered them as we sat on a Saturday night just sipping wine and grazing, are you? We were still full (sorta...just sorta) from Greek Fest (and when you see that post, dear lord Fetz doesn't even begin to describe it). But Suzu and AS decided since we had

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I will speak in hyperbole. It will be both witty and poingnant in its ability to convey my thoughts to you. Unless you're this guy, or this guy, in which case you will believe I am some cheese-eating, French-wine loving, surrender-monkey. And I am all of those things...except a surrender-monkey. And in any case its actually BECAUSE I am a cheese-eating, French-wine drinking dork that I put these

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Green Bean/Potato Curry Originally uploaded by kitchen geeking So two meals cooked by me. One day. Shocker of a the month for sure. Sorry for the photo, I left the camera in the office (which, yes, I KNOW is technically only two blocks away). That 'stuff' on top of that rice was the product of my grocery trip earlier this week when I picked up the potato and said "I will cook you;" the

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