Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Sunday, September 02, 2018
Vanilla Extract Project, Update 1
The vanilla beans were bottled in rum on July 19th, it is now September 2nd, so just over a month in bottle, with the bottle shaken vigorously several times per week. Color is now that of dark rum or vanilla extract or tobacco juice; when the bottle is opened to smell, a strong vanilla aroma dominates. I'm happy so far.
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Oops.
Forgot to spray non-stick in the pan of brownies I'm baking at 3 a.m. Yes, I've been known to bake in the wee hours of the morning on weekends.
Update to add: they came out perfect, and there was no sticking issue per se. I used an entire bag of Fisher Walnut Pieces in the making, so there is walnut in every delicious bite. Over 2" thick.
Update to add: they came out perfect, and there was no sticking issue per se. I used an entire bag of Fisher Walnut Pieces in the making, so there is walnut in every delicious bite. Over 2" thick.
Monday, June 26, 2017
The Carolina Fish Camp
The story of Carolina Fish Camps and their link to Piedmont textile mills. Via Southern Foodways Alliance.
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Gainesville, Florida, Burger King, and the Whopper
"Gainesville, it turns out, is the actual ‘home of the Whopper’
My hometown. My sister and I attended Catholic school from 4th-8th grade, and every day after school my dad would pick us up, drive us to Burger King for takeout, and we'd eat in the car on the way home, which was 16 miles away in Melrose. Usually we'd be done eating by the time my dad stopped at a convenience store for a beer and a pack of cigarettes, so we'd get a bottle of Coke and a candy bar as dessert. In those earliest days Burger King still sold hot dogs (I guess they do again in some places now), and the employees wore those polyester gold-and-scarlet uniforms seen in the TV commercials.
My hometown. My sister and I attended Catholic school from 4th-8th grade, and every day after school my dad would pick us up, drive us to Burger King for takeout, and we'd eat in the car on the way home, which was 16 miles away in Melrose. Usually we'd be done eating by the time my dad stopped at a convenience store for a beer and a pack of cigarettes, so we'd get a bottle of Coke and a candy bar as dessert. In those earliest days Burger King still sold hot dogs (I guess they do again in some places now), and the employees wore those polyester gold-and-scarlet uniforms seen in the TV commercials.
Saturday, May 07, 2016
The Day Wimpy's Brother Snapped
"Authorities: Man kills brother in fight over cheeseburger."
ST. CLOUD — Authorities say a 25-year-old St. Cloud man faces murder charges, accused of shooting and killing his older brother over a cheeseburger.
You'll pay me today, motherfucker. No more of this "Tuesday" shit, yahearme?
ST. CLOUD — Authorities say a 25-year-old St. Cloud man faces murder charges, accused of shooting and killing his older brother over a cheeseburger.
You'll pay me today, motherfucker. No more of this "Tuesday" shit, yahearme?
Sunday, August 09, 2015
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Random Complaint
I sure wish that grocery stores would sell cornbread in the bakery like any other bread. Our local places won't even sell corn muffins on a regular basis.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Guess What Day It Is?
National Hot Dog Day.
I'll be putting the hot in hot dog with my very own special andouille sausage dogs:
I'll be putting the hot in hot dog with my very own special andouille sausage dogs:
Monday, July 13, 2015
Bletting Your Medlars
Adding to my vocabulary, courtesy of my current book.
For those of you who don't wish to look up the words yourself, a medlar is an Old World fruit that isn't fit to eat until it is overripe. Thus, to blet your medlars is to allow them to stay on the tree until they are nearly over-ripe, at which point you can eat them. In the US, eaters of persimmons can tell you the importance of bletting.
For those of you who don't wish to look up the words yourself, a medlar is an Old World fruit that isn't fit to eat until it is overripe. Thus, to blet your medlars is to allow them to stay on the tree until they are nearly over-ripe, at which point you can eat them. In the US, eaters of persimmons can tell you the importance of bletting.
Sunday, June 07, 2015
It Doesn't Take Sherlock Holmes...
...to follow this trail:
Three burglary suspects were arrested by police in Mt. Morris, New York after police followed a macaroni salad trail the crooks left during their getaway.
Three burglary suspects were arrested by police in Mt. Morris, New York after police followed a macaroni salad trail the crooks left during their getaway.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Sonkers?
"Sonkers, Grunts, Slumps and Crumbles."
MOUNT AIRY, N.C. — The sonker has become my Moby Dick.
I came here to Surry County, where the cooking has Appalachian roots and the Blue Ridge Mountains are a short drive away, in search of the sonker. The dessert is baked nowhere else in the nation. But as I tried to get to the bottom of what makes a sonker a sonker, I realized that, as with so many country recipes, definitive answers are as elusive as that white whale.
A big, deep, soupy mess of warm fruit or soft sweet potato, the sonker was made to feed everyone who happened to be working at the farm on any given summer day. Like the many other players in the loose-knit team of dishes based on cooked fruit and bread, it began as a way to stretch fruit that was perhaps past its glory or make use of economical fillings like wild blackberries.
A big pan of sonker was easy to haul to the church supper or the event in the South known as the “covered dish.” It is less fussy than a traditional round pie, and easier to serve to a crowd.
At this point, the astute reader is probably thinking this sounds like a cobbler with a funny name. But what is a cobbler, really? Is it the freewheeling cousin of the crisp? The Southern answer to the thrifty New England brown Betty? A pan dowdy with integrity? A pie for lazy people?
Click the link to read the rest. Myself, I'd never heard of a sonker before now, so this qualifies as my "Learn Something New Every Day" for today.
MOUNT AIRY, N.C. — The sonker has become my Moby Dick.
I came here to Surry County, where the cooking has Appalachian roots and the Blue Ridge Mountains are a short drive away, in search of the sonker. The dessert is baked nowhere else in the nation. But as I tried to get to the bottom of what makes a sonker a sonker, I realized that, as with so many country recipes, definitive answers are as elusive as that white whale.
A big, deep, soupy mess of warm fruit or soft sweet potato, the sonker was made to feed everyone who happened to be working at the farm on any given summer day. Like the many other players in the loose-knit team of dishes based on cooked fruit and bread, it began as a way to stretch fruit that was perhaps past its glory or make use of economical fillings like wild blackberries.
A big pan of sonker was easy to haul to the church supper or the event in the South known as the “covered dish.” It is less fussy than a traditional round pie, and easier to serve to a crowd.
At this point, the astute reader is probably thinking this sounds like a cobbler with a funny name. But what is a cobbler, really? Is it the freewheeling cousin of the crisp? The Southern answer to the thrifty New England brown Betty? A pan dowdy with integrity? A pie for lazy people?
Click the link to read the rest. Myself, I'd never heard of a sonker before now, so this qualifies as my "Learn Something New Every Day" for today.
Wednesday, October 01, 2014
NC BBQ Doyen Bob Garner Has New Book Out
Story.
The book is called Foods That Make You Say Mmm-mmm, and appears to be based on the weekly restaurant reviews he does for UNC-TV:
It should be good. Garner will be appearing in Charlotte on the 25th.
The book is called Foods That Make You Say Mmm-mmm, and appears to be based on the weekly restaurant reviews he does for UNC-TV:
It should be good. Garner will be appearing in Charlotte on the 25th.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Do You Enjoy Dry-Roasted Peanuts?
Their days are probably numbered.
"Dry-roasted peanuts 'worst for allergies': Findings will help scientists develop nuts that prevent reactions."
Peanuts cause allergic reactions chiefly when they have been dry-roasted, a study suggests.
Tests carried out by Oxford University researchers found that eaten raw the nuts had little effect on the immune system.
They are now working on safe, dry-roasted peanuts to help prevent an allergy that affects one in 50 children.
If the traditional dry-roasted peanuts aren't banned outright, they'll probably be altered in a way that makes them less tasty to eat, although this being America, the packaging will no doubt read New and Improved!
"Dry-roasted peanuts 'worst for allergies': Findings will help scientists develop nuts that prevent reactions."
Peanuts cause allergic reactions chiefly when they have been dry-roasted, a study suggests.
Tests carried out by Oxford University researchers found that eaten raw the nuts had little effect on the immune system.
They are now working on safe, dry-roasted peanuts to help prevent an allergy that affects one in 50 children.
If the traditional dry-roasted peanuts aren't banned outright, they'll probably be altered in a way that makes them less tasty to eat, although this being America, the packaging will no doubt read New and Improved!
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Meanwhile, In Burlington, NC...
...the local Sonic restaurant has a problem with decimal points on its street sign, leading to a windfall for a local charity:
According to WGHP, Sonic restaurants nationwide had a deal where they sold corn dogs for 50 cents each.
However, at the Sonic in Burlington, North Carolina, instead of advertising 50 cent corn dogs, they advertised “.50 cent” corn dogs, meaning each corn dog would cost half a penny.
One man decided to cash in on this amazing deal. He ordered 2,000 corn dogs to donate to Allied Churches of Alamance County.
Although the manager of the Sonic realized the sign was a mistake, he decided to honor the man’s order anyway.
According to WGHP, Sonic restaurants nationwide had a deal where they sold corn dogs for 50 cents each.
However, at the Sonic in Burlington, North Carolina, instead of advertising 50 cent corn dogs, they advertised “.50 cent” corn dogs, meaning each corn dog would cost half a penny.
One man decided to cash in on this amazing deal. He ordered 2,000 corn dogs to donate to Allied Churches of Alamance County.
Although the manager of the Sonic realized the sign was a mistake, he decided to honor the man’s order anyway.
Friday, August 22, 2014
Friday, August 08, 2014
*Coughcough*(Sore Losers)*Coughcough*
The moral of this story is don't commit crimes Don't show up cops.
North Carolina man arrested after beating police in doughnut-eating contest.
North Carolina man arrested after beating police in doughnut-eating contest.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
I Don't Recall Mealworms On Star Trek
"Space travel suddenly seems less appealing! Volunteers live off MEALWORMS for 105 DAYS to prove creatures could be the future of astronaut food."
"Mealworms yesterday, mealworms today, and blimey, if it don't look like mealworms again tomorrer," said one of the volunteers.*
*bonus points for identifying the slightly altered quote. Answer in comments.
"Mealworms yesterday, mealworms today, and blimey, if it don't look like mealworms again tomorrer," said one of the volunteers.*
*bonus points for identifying the slightly altered quote. Answer in comments.
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