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Sunday, May 29, 2011

Though it Doesn't Quite do it Justice

In the pan all by itself... here is the glaze.


The Chicken Been in the Marinade

The flour and the egg wash are seasoned and ready for the ultimate showcase of love. What you see in the Dutch oven is the 2nd batch. And then the whole lot was done... mind you this is not the final pic, that will be tomorrow night at work juss before, sshhhh,(whispering), iy goes in the oven for the buffalo glazing.






For the Midnight Crew(stold this from my Guys over there at Burnin' Love).

Bout to start prep on dinner for the crew at work tomorrow for our holiday potluck... they gave me the privilege of the main dish. Bout to go strip out the chicken breast.


Saturday, May 28, 2011

Usually I'm Easy Going(Mr. Hyde), in me Meet the Asshole...

WTF MAN... WHO ATE MY BACON???!!!!(usually, will bring out the Dr. Jekyel)... I buy bacon for my own consumption, if I share any with you, consider yourself lucky. Baked potatoes for an instantce, who in there right mind doesn't like a fully loaded baked potatoe... the Chef in me realizes that, and I'm happy to oblige. The hungry, home cook in me, the man who buys certain Items to accompany certain meals, I eat to satisfy my tatstebuds, not yours, you eat because I allow you the pleasure.
2 cases in point: A few months ago, back at the Old Place, having already had supper earlier that night, Mr. Hyde, had already prepared the evening meal for the overstayed, now unwelcomed guest, who had pushed to the limit, erything she could possibly do wrong. Well it was time for the midnight snack I normally prepare just for just myself and the wife, sometimes the baby is awake and will join in the festivities. I happened to be craving BLTs at this particular time, so, that's what the hell we ate. My mother in law in the other room, up watching TV, and she was getting no bacon(the baby didn't either). I don't recall what he did eat, but it wasn't bacon. I proceded to make our sandwiches, and then zipped off up the stairs, to devour down the groceries. A few minutes had passed, when all of a sudden, I smelled, well bacon. My first thought was "Oh, it's just the lingering aroma, from what I myself, had just made. Then it got stronger... I finished off my sandwich, blood boiling, and waited for the Mrs. to finish hers off, so that I could go investigate, I mean take our plates to the kitchen. In comes Dr. Jekyel, after he wittnesses another pan had been used to fry up some MORE DAMNED BACON, I then proceded to tell My mother in law, if you have to eat bacon everytime you smell it(most people do), that she was gonna have to buy her own supply, cause she was cuttin me short on my bacon consumption. My oldest son @16, doesn't know how, or should I say hasn't been taught the fine art of cooking bacon, for this very reason. If I were to teach him, let's just say that one of the people in this story, wouldn't be around to tell it LOL.
So, what sent me in this rage to write this? The bacon, I just wasn't sure how to tell it, and then, well she again, in her overstayed state of being, messes with my food. Oh, believe me, this time it wasn't bacon, she learned that lesson. Last Sunday, 5/15/11, if you remember, the family had hotdogs. Well, in order to achieve this wonderfully simple meal, I needed to go to the store and aqcuire a few things. To get there, I had to walk, which is a favorite pass-time, so from me no complaint, except that it was a tad bit chilly, which the brisk walk would soon take care of, but on the way back, it had started to drizzle, there in lies the complaint. My children, specifically, the one not pictured, with the family during meal time, had requested the hotdogs, with which, I knew I had to jump to action in making the sauce. The family, and all who are lucky enough to try it enjoy the sauce. Matter of fact, my cousin(he makes his own) is still as of lastnight(05/23/11) at work, trying to learn the secret... prolly the thirtieth time I've been asked the question. I've overtime, parted with some knowledge, but what master, parts with all he knows? Just as in the potatoe, I like my hotdogs stuffed. So in my visit to the store, I purchased all that wasn't at home to load my hotdogs. Meat to make the sauce, onions, coleslaw, some spices, french fries to accompany the meal. That was a slightly overwhelming load, for the trek back home.
So what's all the fuss? As I stated earlier, I cook to satisfy my cravings, and plan all the meal accompniments accordingly, which means, you don't get to eat the last of anydamnthing I buy, you eat the leftovers of the actuall meal itself. You didn't ask for the works, that I myself walked to the store to buy using my money. I awoke Sunday afternoon, hungry as usuall, ready to eat one of two things. At the time I wasn't sure which oneit was I was about to eat. Saturday, the night before I made the hotdog sauce, I made pulled pork... if you go back through the words of this very post, you'll notice the only ingredient to match up with both meals is the coleslaw. Now by this time I had deduced who it was that had eatin it, but she was in her room eating, I heard the fork scraping the plate she was eating from. I sort of stumbled around the kitchen, still dumbfounded that someone could do something so haneous, even though she feels as though the world should cater to her every becon call, I knew at the instant I found it missing, that we had made the recent purchase of a small personal fridge for the bedroom, to combat this very issue. After about eight minutes hovering around the kitchen, she entered with plate in hand, with proof who ate it, I told her point blank, I wish she wouldn't have eaten the last of my coleslaw. She got mad, said she'd buy me more, which I know by the time she gets paid, she will have hoped I forgot. Still steamed about this more than a week later, we all know that ain't gonna happen.
While I'm on the subject if things that burn my ass in the culinary world, and fitting into this story... If someone don't create a hotdog bun big enough to house all the gourmet toppings normal people like to add, well oh shit, I guess I'll just do this myself. It's something I've been planning on for almost two years now anyway... and who do I put the order in to for the extinction of capers?

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The Art of Canning.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

In Order to Achieve the 3222 Sq Ft

This Massive tree, prominent to my front yard, may have to come down. Already on most of the trees, I have to crop branches, in order to have ample walking space to till, and ample height, most importantly, for the produce to, well, Produce, so cutting one down should be no big task, with the exception there are electric wires running through it, all the more enhancing my reasoning for it coming down.


The Perks of Bein in the Biz.

Before I moved to the illustrious kitchen I reside in now, oops!! home, a neighbor, Carl Glerum,from the apt. complex sold me on his sauce. I bought a jar for a modest fee, a few days after tastin' a small spoonfull. Comfortable with the flavor, he thought was going to make me bow in defeat from the "INTENSE" heat... he didn't know me that well, I mean he' s seen me @DaGrill, but I've failed to give him a sample, extras were always Herbies'  pickin's. I'm 100% positive this would have a few people floored and flustered. Also that flavor has had my tounge and my brain goin' into hyperdrive(tongue from withdrall), and it's got me thinking something Fishy. Hell, as the way I see it, this may be the only product outsourced, aside from the cooking liquors. And until I'm ready the meats will be procured, I'm almost positive from within the tristate.


Bigdaddie(my Father-in-law)organics

Tonights Dinner

Fried chicken.


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Saturday, May 21, 2011

After Dinner I Rerouted my Configurations.

About an hr ago I walked my yard and plotted out my fourth spot, allowing Steph to do with what she wants in the remainder of the yard. I've got over 3000 sq ft, to work with... Im goin to double wall a chain link fence with chicken wire, and bury at about 8 inches deep fight off burrowing rodents.

Once the vegetation is planted I will write a letter telling my neighbors that Im tryna do somethin Positive, and ask if it doesnt bother them and Im willing to dish out free eggs, I would love to raise a few chickens.

Tonight I'm Goin H.A.M on some Pork Chops! And another interesting Detail.

Flavor compounded massage oiled and would have loved to have been at the grill, but tonight I'm in the kitchen.
And Yes, the small pan inside the spice isle, is shown on purpose, it's Bacon grease, the oil part of the equation.

Inside of all this is more than cooking, I'm planning more than just the use of store bought ingredients.I walked the yard today scoping out the use of four nice sized plots one I figure on being around 547.5 square feet, and probably the second largest of the four, all while allowing, Stephanie, my wife, the use of what she plans with the yard. I'm talking Garden space, and the Good Lord willing, get in good with some of the neighbors, a few chicken coops... FREE EGGS FOR EVERYBODY!!!








For my Friends of Flour on my Face

Told you I was a procrastinater... sorry for the delay... the debris is from last weekend.


From Super Chef Marcus Samuelsson

Friday, May 20, 2011

By way of my Friends at Burnin' Love BBQ

A Pic I had Thought About Yesterday.

In the stage of sleep your mind is in just before being fully awake, I was thinking of bringing you this pic only to enhance this past weekends cooking extravaganza... cold, but shown in there true color... in my haste to rush to work to get my check, to be able to post my first home payment in time, I failed to bring you the aforementioned pics. Here they are now, from Saturday pulled pork, and from Sunday Hotdog Sauce.



Thursday, May 19, 2011

Future Pics

You know I had a problem with trying to adjust my camera settings, thanks in large part to my cousin, that problem has now been fixed and the true color of the foods I bring you will now stand out,bringing this page to life.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Product Build


Finished Product

And the family's all eatin.



Tonight, I Bring You Four Post.

Three are already written... I'm in the final act now.

The Whole House is Smellin Right, Right Now!!


Bout to Cook up a Batch of my Locally Famous Hot Dog Sauce.

Oh Yeah, I've garnered a little bit of from fame for the things that come out the kitchen. This recipe, taken from my mother-in-law and adapted with that @DaGrill touch, even has her taste buds singing praise.



Thursday, May 5, 2011

Milk, it Does the Body Good?

A post, as read from Good Housekeeping, April 2011, the latest legends- and the truth.

Milk Myths: 1) Whole milk has more calcium than fat-free. Actually, the opposite is true. A cup of whole milk has slightly less(276mg) than fat-free(299mg). But what you'll see on the label for either type is that a duo delivers 30 percent of your daily value for calcium, which is based in a rounded-off figure of 300mg.

2) Raw milk is better for you than pasteurized. Devotees credit raw milk with curing schema, IBS, and many other ills. Buy science is lacking, and unless you want to risk food poisoning, the FDA says, buy milk that has undergone pasteurization, which kills harmful bacteria while leaving nutrients intact.

3) Regular milk has the most vitamin D. Nope, the FDA limits the amount of D that can be added to cow's milk to 100 II per cup, so it provides less of your Daily value(25 percent) than soy milk(30 percent), which doesn't fall under the same regulations. But both are still excellent sources of the vitamin.

4) Almond milk is a good substitute for cow's milk. Not when it comes to protein. A cup of milk has 8 grams-more than a large hard-boiled egg- while almond milk has just 1 gram of this hunger-buster. Nuts ate high in protein, but the fitly ingredient in almond milk is filtered water, not almonds.