So I guess we’re kinda loving the hype around Judgement Day. Here’s one more sinful item to fill your body before the rapture of massive earthquakes and actual hell on earth occur.
Peace out!
(via our friend Gee @gchowdhry)
Remember when deviled eggs were simple, mayo-soaked apps your aunt used to make for family picnics? Not anymore. Inventive restaurant chefs and food bloggers around the country have taken good old deviled eggs to a whole new level. Here are our top 10 favorite new-school deviled eggs.
There’s no rule that deviled eggs have to be hard boiled. Wait, is there? Regardless, chef Thomas Dunklin of B&O American Brasserie in Baltimore doesn’t abide by it, soft boiling his eggs and deviling them Maryland style, with crab. Read his recipe for decadent deviled eggs with crab salad and mustard aioli here.
Blogger Momofukufor2 whips up these deviled eggs filled with the ingredient of the moment — kimchi — and the ingredient of every moment — bacon. Hungry? Read the kimchi and bacon deviled eggs recipe here.
Founding Farmers restaurant in Washington, D.C. takes the yolk out of their deviled egg completely (again — is this allowed?) We’re gonna say yes, because they refill it with a mound of poached lobster meat. It’s one of four creative deviled eggs served at Founding Farmers — read the recipes for all four here.
Still have leftover Easter candy? Cakespy uses them up in the most delicious looking deviled eggs we’ve seen yet: Cadbury’s creme eggs filled with vanilla buttercream.
Sundried tomatoes and paprika lend a more exciting color palette to A Couple Cooks’ smoky deviled eggs, garnished with crispy shallots. Recipe here.
Jenna Huntsberger is living out every amateur foodie’s dream. She’s gone from office wonk to food blogger to professional baker. Her blog, Modern Domestic, has inspired her to get serious, partnering with fellow blogger Stephanie Willis of Adventures in Shaw to launch Whisked! a bakery order business and market stand at one of Washington, D.C.’s most popular farmers’ markets.
Jenna’s story is one that proves food bloggers are not just whiny arm chair critics but people with real talent and love of food. I talked to Jenna on how she came to be co-founder of Whisked!
You went from being a full-time office employee and part-time blogger to real-world baker. What made you take the plunge?
I was really miserable doing office work. It’s not necessarily that I worked for a bad company but I get really bored with a desk job. It never seemed immediate to me. I went to a food networking event and I met the owner of Treet, a bakery in D.C. She was living my fantasy, she was running her own baking business, being her own boss and she loved what she did. Theresa was looking to hire a baker and I asked if she’d consider me. She didn’t think you needed to go to pastry school to be a good baker, which she did but didn’t think it was relevant. I told my job I was going to do a part-time baking job but they were against it, so I quit.
Theresa’s husband got a job in New York so she moved her business there, which is why Treet no longer exists in D.C.
You also worked in the kitchen at Birch & Barley, why didn’t you stay there?
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Today the Associated Press releases its first ever food section for the 2011 AP Stylebook. What does this mean for food lovers? We can finally settle the debate on what barbecue means: Can grilling and barbecuing be used interchangeably?
Growing up, I would use barbecue to simply mean a party where we grilled foods. We were not eating actual food that had been barbecued: no pulled meats, with either dry or wet rubs coating the skin. We ate dogs and burgers. As I learned more about the severity of the vinegar vs. tomato-based barbecue debates, I became careful not to use the term barbecue when I all I wanted to do was grill jalepeno poppers. Although, now it looks like I’ve been doing it right all along:
barbecue: The verb refers to the cooking of foods (usually meat) over flame or hot coals. As a noun, can be both the meat cooked in this manner or the fire pit (grill). Not barbeque or Bar-BQ.
But this isn’t the only food war settled. Among AP Food Editor Jason M. Hirsch‘s most interesting findings, which he detailed on a call last week:
Hirsch admitted he was “puzzled over whether to include foodie.” But he deemed the word “pervasive” enough in the culture to provide it a proper definition:
foodie: Slang for a person with a strong interest in good food.
While I hate the term, I do find it useful when describing the current crop of food lovers. It’s more fresh than gourmet: “a person who likes fine food and is an excellent judge of food and drink;” but also sits above the fine line of gourmand: “a person who likes good food and tends to eat to excess; a glutton.” (Or does it?)
My favorite find, though, brings me back to the frightening, yet ridiculous days of post 9/11: the changing of french fries to freedom fries. Why is the f in french not capitalized when talking about these magically fried spuds: “lowercase french because it refers to the style of cut, not the nation.”
I was not born an epicure; it has been a relatively slow evolutionary process. When I was young, I eschewed many foods I now love, such as: most vegetables, Mexican cuisine or any type of meat off the bone. Luckily, I grew out of my pickiness and now I am eager to stuff myself with organs, raw meat, marrow, you name it — anything edible is fair game.
Still, there are a few final hurdles I have yet to wrap my head (and mouth!) around. For example, while the nutritional value and sustainability of insects as food has been fairly well documented, the idea has never been at the top of my culinary to-do list. So when I received a coveted invite to the opening of Poquitos, a new restaurant in Seattle touting ultra-authentic Mexican street food, I knew I had to pay them a visit and sample their most notable menu offering: chapulines. Time to eat me some BUGS!
Before Poquitos, I was a virgin in the bug devouring department (except for that urban legend about the average human unintentionally eating eight spiders a year, which makes me want to die just thinking about it). My only “experience” with intentional bug eating heretofore was watching that “Hakuna Matata” scene in The Lion King: “Slimy yet satisfying!”
I honestly had no idea what to expect when I ordered my chapulines, but I knew I needed to have a margarita at the ready. Besides my lifelong vendetta against spiders, I’m not terrified of other bugs. But the prospect of putting a whole insect in my mouth wasn’t exactly delightful either. Especially when my lovely server deposited a huge bowl of them right in front of me. When Matt, one of Poquitos’ co-owners, stopped by my table to check in, I pulled him off the busy floor for a quick chat re: Mexican bugs. I needed to know what I was in for.
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I think the word hipster needs to be retired. There, I said it. It’s been so overused that it doesn’t even mean anything. What is a hipster? Someone smug, pretentious, a wearer of skinny jeans? A mermaid wearing thick-framed glasses? Well, apparently now Generation Y’s dads are the original hipsters.
Let’s see what hipster dads have to say about food and drink. Actually, now that I think of it, I kind of love hipster dads.
He was the MacGyver of making drunk, the Mozart of all things malt. He could bottle a beer with one hand, seduce your mother with the other and still never spill a drop.
(Photo and Text: Dads: The Original Hipsters)
When your dad was thirsty he tossed back sodas so obscure that sometimes he didn’t even know what they were. Ginger lemon agave soda, fuck yeah he’s drank it and it doesn’t even exist.
(Photo and Text: Dads: The Original Hipsters)
He has been drinking since before Starbucks was a small Seattle coffee shop and long before you stopped drinking Starbucks because it was “too mainstream.” His cups were strong, each sip was an eye jolting, bitch slap to drowsy that firmly signified work was about to begin.
(Photo and Text: Dads: The Original Hipsters)
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We’re quite proper, if you couldn’t tell, with our lists of drunk college foods, where to get shitfaced in Myrtle Beach and dirty-sounding food terms. Oh? No? Well, whatever.
We’ll just put a top hat on it.
(Photos: Top Hats on Things)