Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
I was supposed to be in Columbus for dinner tonight. That obviously did not happen! Funny. Twice on these pages I predicted and waited for the approach of White Death and nadda. Twice this week I don't even think about White Death and he sneaks up and puts one right between the eyes. I am soooo not looking forward to the ice they are expecting tomorrow. I mean, how am I supposed to get the cover off of my grill?
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Well ManNight 2008 went off without a hitch and was enjoyed by all. Although
As you know, this year's theme was Luau. Although not in the traditional sense of the word, I can quite assure you. In fact, Mike & Jayme brought with them a little bit of ManNight's 2006 theme with them. Styling, but highly flammable.
This year's dinner was smoked pork shoulders, smoke ribs and Mike & Jayme's most excellent deep fried chicken wings. As Mike will remind everyone, it is not ManNight unless something is deep fried. The shoulders and ribs were rubbed and kept overnight. Both were smoked with apple wood. I used "The Sauce" and Keith's favorite hot vinegar sauce as accompaniments. I also served up a firecracker slaw I took from a Raichlen book. It was intrigued because it called for pickled jalapeño juice. Tasty and hot!
I wore my traditional luau attire with shirt, lei and grass skirt. Eric wore the same thing, with a few exceptions. In fact, this is all I can show you. Let's just say he had some issues with "coverage".
After our meal, we retired to the basement for several hours of Rockband. Although it was new to a few people, everyone caught on pretty fast. There is just something about a group of thirty year olds rocking out that is pretty damn funny. Whether it was Jayme channeling Elvis and Frank Sinatra, or Jeff keeping a solid bass line, it was a lot of fun.
Until the next ManNight...
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Grilled lamp chops on watercress with a honey mustard chipotle vinaigrette.
The hardest part of the night was getting the iced on cover off of the Weber. The chops cooked fast and were great. I just had to stop half way thorough eating and snap a picture. Of course, that probably comes as no surprise to anyone. All in all, an easy and tasty meal.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
I cheated and decided to bake, and not grill the pizza. The whole wheat dough recipe I am using does not translate well to a peel and stone.
The pie is a new one for me: andouille, grilled peppers, chipotle pizza sauce and smoked mozzarella sprinkled with basil.
I would definitely make it again.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
I am working on finishing the only room in our house that was never renovated, the laundry room. Since Zoe
is required to spend most of her time there helps out around the house and does a little all of the laundry, it is a long time coming. I told her that she is not allowed to see the finished product until she gets home. So, until then, here is a teaser.
I love to hit the market on Saturday mornings. All of the food vendors and fresh produce. When I was picking out Basil, I felt as if though I was channeling a little Jamie Oliver. At least I am guessing that is why the farmer was looking at me funny.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Equation: Wife - Trip abroad to visit family= Mancation
Zoe left today for England for a much needed visit with her folks, brother, sister-in-law and twin nieces. As much as I would have loved to go, it was too much for me to take leave from work. This afternoon, I zipped her down to Cincinnati for her flight to Gatwick. It is always bittersweet to see her go.
To make the most of my trip to Cincy, I decided to route myself home via Jungle Jims. This time, I planned ahead with a cooler...just in case I decided to buy any perishables...which I did! Jungle Jims is a six acre grocery store and winner of the prostigeous "Best Restroom in America" prize. They have just about anything, including a huge array of international cusinse and a wonderfully huge beer collection. For the record, I picked up a bag of sticky rice and a great selection of beer, including the Sam Adams Longshot winners, Bar Harbor Real Ale and a bottle of Young's Winter Warmer.
While perusing the meat counter, I literally stumbled on some of the odder things...like a fresh hog's head. Zoe, if you are reading...stop! The head was packaged like it was a pound of ground chuck at Meijer. Laid pristinely on styrofoam and shrink wrapped, its beady large eyes staring up at me. Weird. As I recalled to Eric later, I would have felt guilty taking one because the Vietnamese grocer, who probably really needed one, would have been pissed at the dumb American taking the last hogs head for fun, whereas he needed it for some kind of stew. You name it, they have it...hogs head, lambs head, chicken feat, hogs heart...everything.
So after my wonderful journey through the store, I headed home. Typically, I go to our "local" for dinner. Unfortunately, at 8 PM on a Friday, they were packed. Instead, I settled for BW3's...and by settled, I mean settled. I took a seat at the bar between a 40 year old guy (three times divorced, I am pretty sure) singing along with Matchbox 20 songs from the jukebox and a fairly rotund woman who ordered two Sex on the Beach cocktails and some chicken wings to go. Yes, I was living it up. I buried myself in my Sam Adams White Ale and my TREO, hoping that the formaldehyde perfume Jenny Craig was wearing next to me, would soon dissipate.
I swung by Boston's on the way home, since I couldn't get out of BW3's fast enough, and ran into Mike's brother in law and Jen's brother. I was kindly referred to by his friend as "The Wedding Crasher". How timely and appropriate is that!
So, in a round about rambling way, ManTime is off and running. Stay tuned!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
With 60 degree weather today, I knew that I would come home and grill something. Unfortunately, I decided on something fairly easy. It was either chicken or ribs. I don't know why, but I chose chicken...a la rotisserie, of course. The bird was stuffed with lemon and rosemary, rubbed with salt, pepper and garlic and smoked with hickory chips.