Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The Sports Guy (Bill Simmons) Sells Out

And I wish I could too.

The Sports Guy has been written about ad nauseum in the blogosphere and tends to be a polarizing figure.  Which is what every writer wants to be, it seems. After all, what's better than page views from people who love you AND people who love to hate you?

Friday, March 25, 2011

The NFL Lockout

When will people learn that billionaires always win?

It's what they do.

That's how they got to the top of the mountain.  It wasn't the result of being generous.

NFL Players believe they're caught in the crossfire of owners with competing interests and approaches to franchise management. And I personally believe they're right.

But at the end of the day, the billionaires will win. And they'll do so by taking more from the players.

We're Going Beering (Part IV)

The beer was good.

The beer was great.

I can't believe this post ended up being so late.

Friday, April 30, 2010

We're Going Beering (Part III)

(Pretty Maids...All In A Row)

The waiting had gone on long enough. The racked wort was destined for greater things and the time to move on had arrived. This bottling process was full of tradition, old friends and some new ones...

Monday, March 8, 2010

We're Going Beering (Part II)

After a few weeks, three brave gentlemen reassembled to continue the brewing process. The goal of this gathering was to rack the wort, or transfer it to a new holding container where fermentation would continue. This process involves the use of a siphon, which, for me, is not an everyday occurrence. In fact, if you are using a siphon every day, I would like to meet you and shake your hand. We can talk about siphons and stuff.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

We're Going Beering (Part I)

Beer, the beverage that launched a thousand ships.

In my youth, I labeled it as an acquired taste, like coffee or Barbara Streisand. This was driven by a focus on massive, corporate beer producers. After all, they were the cheapest, seemed interchangeable, and it was just beer, right? Wrong. Good beer really is good. Bad beer really is bad.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Eight Years And Counting...

For the eighth time in as many years, Chewbacca and The Foodette planned a sweet and savory menu to celebrate the holidays. The spread was more than impressive and the aroma of butter, sausage, eggs, and cinnamon filled the house with childhood memories of Saturday mornings past.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Wurstfest - The Ten Day Salute To Sausage

Are you not intrigued? New Braunfels hosts an annual celebration of all things German during the first week of November which has grown exponentially in popularity since its inception in 1961. The Foodette, Captain, First Mate and I made the trek to the hill country to take it all in where we were later joined by the D-Man.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

BJ's Restaurant/Brewhouse

We're currently experiencing a beer renaissance, let us rejoice.

There has been a subculture of beer snobbery in this country for years but it's finally going mainstream. Home brews are becoming more common and people are starting to think about what they drink. Pairing the right beer with a meal is no longer laughed at; this evolution of beer drinking has the potential to become a revolution.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Breakfast Of A Champion For An Octogenarian

To celebrate G-Mother's achievement of eighty wonderful years, a family weekend was planned which involved many, many meals and provided even more memories. The Foodette and I hosted The San Francisco Treats and my sister, Chewbacca, at our house but rode over to the Parental Unit's HQ for an epic breakfast on Saturday morning.

(No Comment Necessary)

The smell of frying bacon welcomed us as we neared the back door; the first cool front of the Fall had persuaded my female parental unit, Roux Maker, to open the windows and share that olfactory treat with the neighborhood. This was going to be a good day.

While Roux Maker was tending to the bacon, my male parental unit, He Adds Condiments (HAC), was busy at work prepping the biscuit dough from scratch and I heard the word buttermilk thrown about the kitchen no less than three times. Things were getting even better!

When Gotham is threatened, the Bat Signal is activated and the caped crusader is called to action. When someone is just slightly annoyed, the Bat Biscuit is activated and an overweight and slightly less agile public defender will appear to prevent further irritation.

(Who Knows What Evil Lurks In The Hearts Of Men?)

In the mean time, The San Francisco Treats strategized and began executing a terrific scrambled egg plan while I bounced back and forth around the various dishes and visited with G-Mother between bites of bacon. The bacon was crisped but not overcooked and it was difficult to slow down eating the two-bite strips. I just had to walk away.

A roux was started with the addition of flour to the bacon grease that eventually yielded a rich cream gravy after the slow and steady combination of the two, plus a few ladles of milk and dashes of black pepper, was complete. Around the time this culinary awesomeness was done, the biscuits were ready to come out of the oven.

(Straight From L.A. To The Carolinas, Dip Them Suckers In Aunt Jemima)

The biscuits had puffed impressively and developed a slightly crunchy exterior which surrounded a deliciously soft and buttery southern classic. The buttermilk added a measurable depth to the flavor of the biscuits and while these treasures did just fine by themselves, it was about time they got cozy with the gravy while sharing some real estate with the scrambled eggs and bacon.

(I Only Took One Slice To Leave Enough For Everyone)

The eggs were fluffy and cooked right up to the edge of delicious without drying out or turning rubbery while a dash of salt and pepper helped round out the flavor. The San Francisco treats were patient with this batch.

The gravy activated every savory taste bud imaginable, while its creaminess sang in harmony with cozy bed of the biscuit that it was layered over. This gravy was exactly what your parents warned you about. Why does something that tastes so good have to be so bad for me?

For dessert I coated the inside of a biscuit with orange marmalade and enjoyed the palate cleansing that its sweet citrus offered. It was one great family breakfast and it took a team effort from The Parental Units and The San Francisco Treats to get it done, outstanding! Happy Birthday to G-Mother!


Monday, October 5, 2009

The "G" Is Silent; The "Y" Is Invisible

If you don't care about what you cook, what you cook probably won't matter. Luckily, The Foodette and I were hosted by The Firecracker and Stone Cold for dinner and our Italian feast was centered around a delicious family recipe. It's hard to find much more care than that.