January, 2008 -

by gansie

Yes, I Would Like Egg On My Face

(in case you’re wondering what design is hiding underneath the sandwich)

It’s rare that I keep bread in the house. Not that I have anything against carbs or whatever, I just normally don’t make sandwiches. I’ll either throw something over a salad, in a pita or under eggs. And toast, please – we all know I take my grains in the form of begals.

On a whim I convinced 80 to pick up some turkey deli meat on his trip to Whole Foods. (And bread, for turkey sandwiches.) Clearly I should have known that WF doesn’t just sell regular, plain old sliced turkey. No, 80 had to buy 10 dollars worth of real smoked turkey breast that we had to slice ourselves. (It was delicious, look for details on my kick-ass turkey sandwich in a later post.)

But now to the sandwich at hand. It’s a really simple egg sandwich enhanced with some fridge staples. Recipe and *bonus* trick post jump.

by BS

The First One Is Free, Kid…

I’m gonna go ahead and say I’m getting a little old for the party circuit. (One sign is when you find the latest club opening far less exciting than the news that Food Network is now available in HD.)

But I do still keep my in-box full of all those email updates about what the crazy kids are into this week, just to pretend like I can still hang.

Thrillist is one daily email that lets you know where the hard-partying set is pouring, pill-popping and passing out on a daily basis.

Last week, I was shocked to receive an email from Thillist proclaiming that the latest party prop of choice isn’t Adderall, cystal meth, or a kumquatini, but merely a pint-sized African fruit that sounds more Everyday with Rachel Ray than partying with Paris.

in Trends 7 comments

by gansie

Oh, That Bloody Orange

From 80’s last photo, you can tell we recently took a cross-city trip to Eastern Market.

We always buy way too much stuff when we return to our old stomping grounds. Actually, I’ve never used that term before. It’s always old people talking about their college days. I hate “old stomping grounds.” But, I guess I’m old now. Fuck.

Anyway, we started our trip at, well, I was going to lie, but now I’m not. (Sorry, 80) We started our trip in a most embarrassing way. It’s the most “coupley” thing we’ve ever done: get our haircut together. Okay, so post hair-cut (picture me strutting down 8th Street with bouncy new hair) we stop by Alvear Studio. It’s a great place with funky furniture, jewelry, art and a host of other eclectic unnecessaries. And 80 and I never leave the place empty handed. Especially when it’s losing its lease (tear) and everything is up to 50% off. I’m sure 80 will somehow manage to put a pile of grapes on our new mirror and turn it into an artsy photo of the day.

Wow, very off topic. So, as we’re leaving E-market with bags full of cheese, fish, bacon… I realize I haven’t purchased any fruit. And beyond that, I haven’t eaten a piece of fruit in like two weeks. But mostly, I can’t be out-done by BS’ kumquats, so I decided I needed to try something new as well. I therefore buy my first blood orange.

The blood orange: The outside looks exactly like an orange, at least to me. The flesh though, is this absolutely gorgeous burgundy. It tastes like a cross between an orange and a grapefruit. And it’s delicious. I only bought one, so I just ate it half-time soccer style. I’ll leave it to BS to try it in salad or sauce or chutney.

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by Tim

Bay of Pigs

This past weekend, the lady and I headed out for a Saturday drive. We made a bee line for Point Lookout, MD, a sentinel’s post overlooking the conflux of the Potomac and Chesapeake. You can’t see across the Bay there, Cherry Island being the nearest land fifteen miles to the East with the actual Eastern Shore a full twenty-four miles away. The Potomac is nearly as broad, the southern end of the river’s mouth, South Point, a whopping eleven miles distant. We were lucky enough to catch a wild snow falling when we arrived, a truly beautiful sight. Anyway, enough about nature, this article’s supposed to be about our lunch.

We were hungry when we left home. We were excited to hit Point Lookout, but our sights (and stomachs) were set squarely on Bear Creek Open Pit BBQ. I read about this place on Jane and Michael Stern’s greasy spoon bible, www.roadfood.com. Stern’s description of the ten foot by ten foot indoor brick pit left no question of where to stop for lunch. It was in plain view when we walked in the door, ten or fifteen pounds of pork slow-cooking on the massive steel grates. My God, it was beautiful. Details on the food postule-jumpule.

in Pig 13 comments

by BS

Hott Links: Irresponsible Rumor Mongering

It’s the Tuesday after a long weekend. We’re tired, uncreative, and being forced to do “real work,” so let’s just do what bloggers do best: make shit up.

– Sounds like Mario Batali is doing Gwyneth. [TVFF]

– Paris Hilton and Cat Cora? Works for us. [Gawker]

– Anthony Bourdain is free, free, FREE and deliriously happy. Also, he hates America, and is probably a terrorist. [Bourdain Blog]

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by 80 Proof

Artsy Photo of the Day

Almost makes you want to actually eat your fruits and vegetables.

in Photos / Veggie 3 comments

by Tim

A Mug of Cold Chocolate

Rogue Ales Brewery – Newport, OR
Chocolate Stout
ABV: 6%

Ah, Rogue. If you’re not familiar, Rogue is an ale brewery in the coastal town of Newport, Oregon. Opened in ’88, they were on the crest of the wave of craft breweries that has rolled in on the US in the last 20 years. Rogue is known for big, hoppy ales, a trademark of the PNW. I’ve heard a traditionalist or two whine about Rogue’s beers being too hoppy or not being balanced enough, but screw that, I see it as a strength when a brewery has a defined style across their line of beers – trademarks are good for business, people. Rogue’s line is relatively easy to find on the East Coast, so I’m posting this review to introduce you to Rogue, and in hopes that you’ll seek out this chocolate stout, or any of their beers that might interest you. Jump le jump for the skinny on Rogue’s Chocolate Stout.

in Desserts / Drinks 11 comments

January 2008

Yes, I Would Like Egg On My Face

The First One Is Free, Kid…

Oh, That Bloody Orange

Bay of Pigs

Hott Links: Irresponsible Rumor Mongering

Artsy Photo of the Day

A Mug of Cold Chocolate