Mr. & Mr. Ben-Jerry

B&J Hubby Hubby

I now pronounce you Ben and you Jerry, husband and husband.

That’s right folks, today isn’t just the unofficial end of summer (boo!), but  marks the first day that the great state of Vermont performs same-sex marriages (yay!).

To celebrate this milestone event Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream has teamed up with Freedom to Marry and is renaming one of their signature ice creams: Chubby Hubby to Hubby Hubby.

If you are in Vermont during September be sure to hit up one of the B&J shops for their fabulous peanut cookie dough ice cream and support the cause by chowing down on some Hubby love.

Vermont is one of four states that now perform same-sex marriages with California Massachusetts, Connecticut and Iowa being the other three. New Hampshire’s same-sex marriage law goes into effect Jan. 1, 2010. NH, do you think you can trump Ben & Jerry’s foodie political move? You have four months to work on it. ES is watching.

These Tacos Are Making Me Thirsty

yup, those taco shells are fried

So, I went to Mexico City.  And I survived.  And it all happened in Denver.  Allow me to explain:

Mexico City is a Mexican restaurant in downtown Denver.  They’re famous for their……FRIED TACOS.  Don’t believe me? Check out their aptly named website.

The tacos are fried with the cheese embedded in the fried taco shell.  In the taco: steak, lettuce, tomato and avocado (a nice touch).  The issue with melting the cheese to the fried taco shell is that the distribution of the cheese is somewhat uneven.

Some bites provide cheesy, delicious explosions, while others are dominated by the steak and other toppings.  This is why one member of our group exclaimed, “That’s why I order four—to maximize the amount of opportunities for a fried taco/cheese explosion party in my mouth.”

Touche.

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Best Food iPhone Apps

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The first thing all of my friends would tell you about me is that I’m pseudo-addicted to my iPhone. My better half refers to the gadget as my other boyfriend; in which order he and the device are placed I am yet to figure out. Whether I’m checking my email, tweeting or reading the news, I will always find a reason to play with it.

But one of the more surprising and perhaps most purposeful tools I have found for my iPhone is its usefulness in the kitchen and in the grocery store. There are an unbelievable array of food-related apps on the market, enabling me to plan dinner, make restaurant reservations, research menus for my diet-conscious friends, create a grocery list and even expand my enviro-conscious.

Having downloaded and deleted many, many applications, I thought I would share my favorites so you don’t have to waste your bandwidth. Check out the best after the jump.

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Perfect Pattypans

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Hey ESers, did you miss me? I missed you!  I’m afraid I’ve been gallivanting about for about a month and I have severely neglected ES in the meantime (and cooking in general).  I’ve been back for a week, and I must admit that my brain is a bit rusty and my cooking thus far has been less than inspired.  Does that ever happen to you all after a long time away from your kitchen?

I mean I was missing my kitchen the entire time I was gone, but my cooking muses seem to have expired during my brief journey, leaving me with only enough energy to cook a few stir-fries and throw together some salads.  Ugh….  Cookers’ block.

However, lucky readers, before I left for travels, I was struck by no such affliction.  In fact, just before I left I hosted a dinner party for which I pulled out all the stops. With my favorite summer ingredient at the ready  I made my most delicious  and complex pattypan dish yet:  Chickpea and Pesto Stuffed Pattypans:

stuffed pattypan with chickpeas topped with pesto

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Drinkin’ Beers and Shootin’ Guns

grilling corn

I thought my iPhone was the best thing that ever happened to me. And it almost was. Actually, maybe I just need to pay $1.99 to WordPress and it will be the creature of my desire.

So I was at this kick as event at Whipple Farms over the weekend. I ate fresh from the farm, actually, here’s the menu.

whipple-farm-party

So 80P, Britannia and his boy Deej, and I ate and drank (well, they downed Peronis and I sucked on water due to the bachelorette party I helped throw the night before). The farm was lovely. As much as I love the sense of drama from living in a city, I truly appreciated the freshness of green all around me. It was sunny and breezy and the reggae band kicked ass.

I also shot a gun. First time. It was heavy. Remarkably heavy. And awkward. I didn’t like the feel of the metal brushing my cheek and I surely didn’t like the bruise the gun left on my bicep. But now I can say I shot a gun and still wish for the strictest gun control laws. And, fine, maybe it was cool for a second.

Actually, here, this is me shooting a gun.

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The New Paper vs. Plastic Debate

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I’m used to press dinners. And they’re almost always the same. Food. Drinks. Chatter with writers. Drunk. Stuffed. Repeat.

Last night I was invited to a preview performance of A Tactile Dinner. I mistakenly thought it was a press dinner. I don’t know much about the Futurism movement, besides what I soaked up during college Art History classes, but what I do know is this was NOT the “press dinner” I was used to. It was way more performance than food (audience forced to eat with one hand–no utensils, and play a music box with the other), but an experience nonetheless.

Regardless, check out the photo above. It’s a fucking box of water. What looks like it should be filled with Hawaiian Punch is actually filled with freaking water. Is this the new paper vs. plastic debate?

Event details post jump. And please excuse the bare nails. But, ps – have you checked out my new fav blog?!?!

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Screw You, New York Food Scene

bahn

I have serious issues with the New York food scene.

Maybe you’re thinking that New York is the epicenter of American food culture.  Maybe you believe that the variety of offerings — from haute cuisine to pushcart street food — is the best thing since sliced bread.  Perhaps you really can’t get enough of  all the quirky, fun little culinary trends.   That’s one way of looking at it.

Another way to look at it would be that, for all the great things about NYC food, the whole accompanying “scene” is insufferably self-important.  Being only an hour away, I’m close enough to be subjected to the new-hot-now attitude that permeates the city, but I’m far enough away to have some perspective.  Trust me…you don’t need to be a suspicious mid-westerner to think that New York is impossibly self-indulgent and obnoxiously trendy.

I feel quite strongly about this and I know that I have logic on my side, so I present to you a five-point argument explaining why Gotham’s insufferable food culture needs to be taken down a peg:

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