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Heart Attack on a Plate

You ever wake up and feel like “fuck a bowl of oatmeal”? You ever want something so fattening, so boorish, so wrong that you’re just like “Fuck it, I’ll hafta run 5 miles to keep this off my ass but right now I’m going for 

Coho-corn chowder

…or, Happy Black History Month I wanted to make a special Black History Month post, just to say “hey, Black People, thanks for helping make American food so fucking great! Cuz’ if we didn’t have soul food then I just don’t know what.” Have you 

Nice Matters

Or, Why Gluten-Free Vegans Bug the Shit Out of Me.

Gluten? The fuck?

Okay, here’s the thing: if you have celiac disease and actually can’t digest gluten, then that’s one thing. That really fucking sucks for you, but you’re getting by just fine eating a lot of Asian food and probably even eat meat. I know a few of you.

But if you are just a control freak who “recently discovered” you’re allergic to gluten, just go fuck yourself. I’m sorry. Did you spend your whole life having explosive diarrhea every time you ate a piece of bread, and waited until you were in your 20s to get that looked at? Or did you just wake up one day and go, “Gee, I really wish I could eliminate one more thing from a diet that is so restrictive that it completely defies evolutionary biology. Let’s see what my naturopath thinks!”

You’ll never be a real chef, but enjoy eating your spelt and tofu doused in Bragg’s Liquid Aminos and brewer’s yeast and pretend that the French aren’t laughing their asses off at you.

Okay, people who don’t know me: don’t fly off the handle about this post. This is my Louis Black-style humor. Seriously, don’t be a twat.

Red Kale and Potato Tortilla

Spanish tortilla reminds me of a frittata. I suspect they are the Bobsey-twins of the egg family. It’s like an open-faced omelette that is started on the stove and finished in the oven. A perfect light supper or Saturday brunch. Núria can probably testify. Can 

Salad is a basic thing.

I am a little embarrassed to admit that I try to eat healthy during the week so I can binge on weekends. No, I don’t have a disorder, but if I ate the way I want to every day I would have an ass the 

Pulled Pork Sammies with Kohlrabi Slaw

We had Sus and Shin over for dinner last night. We love those guys, especially since they brought that little squishy stress-toy of theirs (oh, right – they’re called babies – my bad). Sage is the cutest little happa you’ve ever seen. He makes little cooing, gurgling noises and smells like sweet cream butter. I want.

I made pulled pork, my first try. It was exactly how I wanted it to turn out. I love it when I get my way! I also made my newly-invented kohlrabi-arugula slaw (I like to call it Rocket Slaw) to go on top, some Carolina-style barbecue sauce, some German potato salad for a little starch, and a pitcher of Lynchburg lemonade to tipple.

Hey, you might not realize this, but it’s kinda awkward to take snaps of dinner when you have guests over. Especially if it’s more than one guest, one of whom is an infant. So while I did take quite a few pics, they are mostly blurry because I didn’t think it was good hostessing to set the light box up on the dinner table. So fucking sue me.

Also, I found out that you can get reasonably good pulled pork even if you were too busy getting drunk and playing Rock Band the night before to remember to get the dry rub going 8 hours in advance. Win.

Pulled Pork
Serves 4 adults generously, but no babies.

2-3 pounds of pork butt

Dry Rub
1/2 c brown sugar
1 tbsp salt
1 tbsp smoked Spanish paprika
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp mustard powder
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp dried thyme
1/2 tsp Chinese five spice
cracked black pepper

Combine these things and rub the mix all over the pork butt. I mean really rub it in good. I cut little slashes all over the meat so I could shove more rub in. Fridge the thing for at least 4 hours (this is all the time I had – overnight would’ve been preferable). Pull pork out of the fridge an hour before cooking time.

Preheat oven to 250oF. Brown the meat on all sides to get some nice Maillard flavor – the sugar in the rub will burn a little while it caramelizes, but I think this adds a nice depth of flavor. Cover and roast for ~75-90 minutes per pound (my 2.74-lb. butt was done in 4 hours), flipping the meat every hour or so. On the last flip the meat will fall completely apart in your tongs and that’s how you know it’s ready.

In the meanwhile, you can make some kohlrabi-rocket slaw and sauce to go on the sammies with the meat.

Kohlrabi-Rocket Slaw
Okay, so the photos came out really blurry and unusable. I’ll try to get good ones later. Just imagine you’re looking at very green cole slaw. Raw kohlrabi tastes like a sweet, mild radish, and it’s lovely.

I got a good one after all – uber close-up money-shot. Yes, folks, that’s a raisin.

Dressing
3 tbsp mayo (I use low fat)
1/3 c white balsamic vinegar (rice vinegar would work)
a splash of cream
1 tsp. dijon mustard
2 tbsp honey
fat pinch salt
some cracks of pepper

Slaw
4 baby (or one adult) kohlrabi, scrubbed – you only need to peel it if using full-size kohlrabi
half a bunch of arugula, rinsed scrupulously (I think it makes about 1.5 cups when minced up)
1/2 c flatleaf parsley
2 tbsp dried cranberries or golden raisins

In a large bowl, combine the dressing ingredients. Yes, the cream will curdle a bit in the vinegar, but the honey and dijon will emulsify things so don’t freak out. You can fiddle with this to taste, but I like a sweet, vinegary slaw, and the kohlrabi and rocket are peppery enough to stand up to it.

Slice the kohlrabi thinly, then chuck it into the food processor and pulse a few times until it’s minced up. Dump this into the dressing bowl. Tear up the arugula and parsley and chuck it in the food processor, pulse a bit until it’s chopped very fine and dump it into the bowl with the other stuff. Add the cranberries/raisins and stir. If you can let this sit for 15 or 20 minutes to let the flavors meld, it’s better.

Carolina-style barbecue sauce

2/3 c apple cider vinegar
2/3 c white balsamic vinegar
1/4 c hot sauce (such as leftover Frank’s Red Hot -Mango wing sauce from last weekend)
1 tsp dijon mustard
2 tbsp brown sugar
pinch salt
cracks of pepper

Blend and serve in a little bowl with a spoon for easy access (but no squirt-shirt-stain-disasters).

Assembly
Serve pork on soft buns, top with a spoonful of sauce, then a nice wad of slaw.

If I’d really been on my A-game, I’da made some barbecue beans and sweet potato fries to go with the sammiches, but I was tragically not. Next time. Instead, here’s a nice cocktail recipe.

Lynchburg lemonade

Makes “some” cocktails. I don’t know how big your glasses are.

5 -6 oz. fine Kentucky bourbon such as Maker’s Mark
one liter of lemon Italian soda
one finger of Buddha’s hand, sliced up into little finger-coins (or a couple lemon slices)

Stir these together and garnish with Buddha’s hand/lemon.

Cin Cin, y’all!

Turkey roulade with soba and baby shiitakes

We got Rock Band today! Scott and I are in a fake Playstation 3 heavy metal band that we named MÖrning Wüd (okay, it was my witty idea to fuck it up with umlauts). We so totally melt faces that I barely mustered enough ambition 

Junk Food Thanksgiving

It’s Super Bowl Sunday! That really doesn’t mean shit to me ‘cept I can make every junk food delicacy that my little heart fancies. I just woke up from the food coma that can only be induced by daytime beers and white carbs. Mini pizza, 

Bela Lugosi’s Dead


I hafta use up the rest of the buttermilk in the fridge before it goes bad. Wait, does buttermilk even go bad? It’s already got cultures in it, right? That’s neither here nor there – I made biscuits. Delicious, fluffy buttermilk biscuits.

I insist that the very best biscuits are baked in a cast-iron skillet all glued together so that each one is soft and fluffy as a little happy butter cloud. That way if you like a little flaky crumb, you can go for the edge, but if you prefer a biscuit unencumbered by crust you can shoot for the center pieces.

Buttermilk Biscuits, the Only Right Way
There are definitely many ways to make biscuits, but if you want impossibly gossamer biscuits such as these, you just can’t fuck with the dough too much or you’ll build up too much gluten. Makes a dozen biscuits.

2 c AP flour
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
pinch salt
6 tbsp cold butter, cut into 1/2″ cubes
3/4 c buttermilk

Preheat your oven to 450o F. In your handy-dandy food processor, pulse the dry ingredients together to combine. Add the butter and blitz until the mixture resembles coarse bread crumbs. Add the milk all at once and hold your finger on the pulse button for like 4 or 5 seconds until the dough comes together. Stop the instant it does! Turn that bitch out onto a floured surface.

Mush the dough just barely enough to get it into a ball. Don’t even bother rolling the dough, just press and flatten gently with your fingers, eye-balling it to roughly the size of the skillet. This is important if you want to not fuck this up. Cut the dough into biscuits by pressing straight down with a scraper or a knife (don’t saw back and forth) and lay it into the skillet. Brush the tops with a little melted butter or milk.

Bake for 12-15 minutes (it takes a bit longer when making it a big loaf like this), until the top is golden brown and crusty, or sounds a bit hollow to the tap of a fingernail.


These are nice with jams – I have blueberry, strawberry and apricot. As always, serve with copious amounts of sausages. (I’m a fucking German girl, verstanden?)


You’re sitting there, wondering what the hell any of this has to do with Bauhaus, aren’t you. So I was fixin’ to serve up the brekkie, and I start pouring the bubbly into the glasses. Then I pull out the peach-orange juice numminess and I was telling Scott that this’ll be like a Mimosa-lini. Or a Bella-mosa. Or a Bela Lugosa. (I like to come up with catchy names for my cocktails.) And then my handsome genius husband, says “well if you’re gonna call it a Bela Lugosa you hafta put some blood orange in it.” Oh fuck sake. Blood orange mimosa – why didn’t I think of that!

Unfortunately, the sinister color of the blood orange was somewhat diluted by the sparkly, and didn’t look as amazing as it sounded like it should’ve. It tasted nice, though. It’s booze for breakfast!

Bela Lugosa
I know his name is Bela Lugosi, but Lugosi doesn’t rhyme with mimosa, so there. This is a hybrid between a mimosa and a bellini. Serves 2.

8 oz. Prosecco (Trader Joe’s has a $5 Prosecco that is very drinkable)
6 oz. peach-orange juice (Florida’s Own makes a nice organic one that’s 100% juice)
juice from one blood orange

Combine each of things and pour into a champagne flute or some other elegant, narrow glass. A test tube would be a propos.

Ya Pear Galette with Pinenuts and Lemon-Pepper Honey Glaze

I was at Fubonn again last weekend. I swear it’s like my mallrat addiction now, on a cold day I just love to walk around and around that place and ogle all of the produce that I’ve never heard of before. I try to pick