The folks at FiveThirtyEight (they of the numbers for everything) recently published some really interesting statistics on alcohol consumption by type (beer/wine/liquor) and per capita in almost 200 countries around the world. The data is compiled with the help of numbers from the World Health Organization and the National Institute for Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism, and provides a really interesting look not only at what’s popular around the globe now-a-days, but also what was popular over time in the US.
Some results are not terribly surprising: France does indeed drink more wine than any other nation. Here in the US, we drank more during the 80s and post-2008 recession than we did in the mid and late 90s.
Other results are definitely more startling: Namibia consumes more beer per capita than either the Czech Republic or Germany, for example.
And then there are downright shocking revelations: Australia doesn’t even break the top 10 in beer consumption? How is this possible?! All of my Monty Python-based cultural studies have been rendered irrelevant!
Anyhow, don’t believe me–check it out yourself!
I forgot how good Gordon Ramsay’s “The F Word” is. Everyone needs to watch this.
It’s entertaining, and it shows true farm to table practices. And what we all need to be teaching the next generation. If you care about food origin stories, farm to table, or just….well, food…
You got to get on dat.
I require and demand all my vegetables bravely face their inevitable end from this point forward.
I’ve been watching Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares tonight because, well, apparently I’m not scared enough by real life at this point. Maybe soon. But it brought out the author in me. Briefly.
I am just shocked how often these people whip shit out of the freezer and wonder why Gordy hates it. Seriously. Ask any goddamned cook or chef: as long as you cooked it, they’re going to love it. That’s all you need to do. No chef or cook is ever mad at someone who put together some good ingredients. Sure, maybe the sauce didn’t work, maybe the red pepper flake spilled into the pan.
It doesn’t matter. You cooked that for them. From scratch. It’s the saltiest thing they’ve ever tasted and they once ate a whole bowl of salt.
But you made it YOURSELF.
Stop panicking all you cooks out there, just make things. We’re all just happy someone else made the damn thing!
While drunk may be the best seasoning, the second best is, “I didn’t have to cook this!”
Say title three times fast.
Of course, variety is the spice of life, so if you prefer your peanuts on bottom, go for it!
Today, however, both sides won because the peanuts got totes sandwiched.
Almond just sayin’ that there’s two pieces of bread: why stop at peanut butter?
Now I have two pieces of bread well-lubricated with nut butters.
Yes. I went there.
Honey roasted almonds? Almond if I do!
The more nuts the better, right?
Really not a nut, but a legume.
Let’s get sticky.
Now let’s go bananas.
I dalek bananas so much!
No bananas were harmed in the making of this sandwich.
But best of all? Bananas are a source of protein!
When you put it that way…
Now, we eat.
Soft, creamy, sticky, salty, sweet, crunchy.
It’s a party in my mouth, washed down with hot apple cider on a windy fall day.
makin’ bacon pancakes!
Take some bacon and I’ll put it in a pancake.
Bacon pancakes, that’s what it’s gonna make.
Inspired by Jake.
It has been rumored that pizzas are made of hate, but clearly Kanye West has cornered the hate-market.
Nevertheless, there are only so many salads one can make from CSA veggies that I swap at pick-up for the endless zucchini I find in my bag. At some point, you just want some damn pizza!
- Too cheap to order and put extra toppings on it.
- Too tired to make the dough from scratch.
- Too much carb-loading to buy a Boboli’s crust.
What’s that? How did I make pizza? Well, stop pestoing me and let me show you it:
Taste the rainbow of vitamin
First, I made HOMEMADE PESTO from scratch! It was amazingly simple and now I’m wondering why I haven’t been making this every damn week of my life. Used red and green basil, elephant garlic, and because I forgot to buy pine nuts and was out of walnuts – almonds! Process all that and puree with olive oil and Parmesan cheese. Top a flour tortilla with the pesto, tons of feta cheese and sliced mushrooms, tomatoes still warm from the vine, and baby red bell peppers. Pop in the oven. (Ideally you would use a baking stone but mine is still packed away in some mystery box)
Pesto and Plates are the new green.
Tried to eat it with a fork, but gave up and used the tear and fold technique first developed during junior high lunches when eating pizza (which we blotted first with napkins to soak up the grease, unless we were holding grease races, in which we would let it run down our forearms; first one to drip on the table was the winnerwinner chicken dinner). Ah. Adolescence.
Mind. Blown. I – I made this! It was highly aromatic and savory and I wish I had made more than one. Of course, now I have a large container of pesto with which to top pasta in the near future.
I just realized I forgot to put onion on it! Well, there’s always next time. Like, maybe the next time I see an E-Ho!
Corpse Revivers are an old hair-of-the-dog staple from pre-prohibition days. You know—the sort of classic drink that was invented to make you feel better the morning after a night in which you had too many classic drinks. There are several different corpse revivers and they are super different, so you should probably experiment repeatedly to find your favorite. (Besides, repetition is part of the reason corpse revivers were invented in the first place, so it all goes together.) Personally, I’ve become partial to Corpse Reviver #2, a sweet-tart, gin-based elixir that works as well at night as it does in the morning.
To make it, simply combine 1oz each of gin, lillet, cointreau and lemon juice; shake well with ice and strain into a pre-chilled cocktail glass. Drip precisely 3 drops of absinthe onto the drink. Sip and feel the life return to your bones.
Also, this, of course.
This Monday I attended a cooking demonstration/interactive chicken processing class, delightfully referred to as Chicken 101. It was put on by my CSA (yup, I’ll pretty much pimp these guys anytime) and Cleveland farm-to-table legend, Parker Bosley. He’s an absolute delight and knows way, way more about food and farm-to-table than I ever hope to. Ever.
The class itself was excellent; we all could use refresher on how to bone from time to time.
Sadly, I continue to butcher this process.
I’m also not sure we’re still talking about food.
There was one question raised during the event to which I found the answer unsatisfying. Being a polite and courteous guest at functions such as this wherein I actually don’t know more about the subject than the presenter, I don’t go about correcting them unless their facts are egregiously wrong. In fact, even then I generally wait till the end unless they’re irreparably destroying the audience’s grasp of the underlying subject matter.
On the internet, however, this will not stand. Why yes. That comic IS compulsory, thank you for pointing out the entire internet has used it.
The question was that old chestnut of, “what is the difference between stock and broth?” And while this has probably been answered a thousand times. I personally prefer the axiom put forth by Alton Brown in : “Broth is made with meat, stock is made with bones.” Which, quite unfortunately, doesn’t alliterate the way one would hope.
I guess one could say that stock sounds like stalk, and bones are like stalks for animals. Sorta. What? If you don’t like it, make up your own and put it in the comments, damnit.
The point of stock is to dissolve out the collagen, gelatin (yes, it WAS made from animals, get over it already) and connective tissues of the critter into the cooking liquid. This creates that luxurious, full mouth-feel that makes stocks such great sauce fodder.
This implies stock, in and of itself, isn’t meant to derive flavors, but rather create that unctuous texture.
The point of broth, on the other hand, is solely to impart flavor into a liquid. Generally you think of broths from a meat source, but this could be from anything: ginger scallion broth, lamb broth, Porsche 911 broth. Water, boiled with tasty things to dissolve into the cooking liquid.
But if you have an Porsche 911 around and are thinking of making broth with it, I humbly beg you to reconsider and just send it to me.
So in the REAL world, “stock” is a combination of brothery and stockery. There’s always some leftover tasty bits clinging to the bones, and those makes everything taste better.
Yes, you, there, in the back? Why yes, there is such a thing “labeled” as vegetable stock. But in my opinion, it’s not stock. It’s broth. Proper vegetable stock (again, my opinion) would be cooked with completely stripped bones and connective bits to impart the texture, and vegetables only for flavor. Definitely not vegetarian.
At the end of the day, what’s really important is to understand the process. Knowing how the dissolving bits work is imperative to understanding how flavors exchange in, well, pretty much every other dish in the world. It’s not complex, it’s not magic. It’s just…
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Turns out June has finally rolled around here in the midwest, which means Spring is still about a month away from boinging.
Seriously. It barely hit 60F today.
Fortunately my Fresh Fork Market CSA that I love so dearly started up the summer shares this week, so I got to prematurely boing. Into spring. …Yeah, that’s what I mean.
No, really. Booooing.
What we have here, besides a failure to boing at a proper time, is a quick primavera of asparagus (pee!), pea (pea!) tendrils, garlic scape linguini, and chicken (leftover), quickly blanched in a white wine/garlic/olive oil sauce. Well, more like a dressing really. Then, add as much parmesan as you can stand. I, myself, can stand a lot.
It was, spectacular. If you couldn’t tell.
What I really love about these early spring meals is that they take approximately 15 minutes from start to finish (omitting the chicken — honestly it would have been just as good…ugh…vegetarian). I simply pulled everything from the fridge, boiled some water, and some quick sautéing later, dinner was ready to be Instagrammed.
Or at least posted on E-Ho’s.
And it’s not difficult at all. Not time consuming. It’s just using what’s ready to go right now. It’s not hours of planning, worrying about some insane fusion flavor profile. It’s simple stuff. Put together. Un-thought about. Un-doctored by demi-glace or elderberry gastrique. Simple.
Whatever you do, don’t over think. Don’t even over think. Over think and your dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t over think.